Security is blind
But love is kind
and as strong as we try to be
security is what we flock to see
We build a steeple
Believe in it
Thinking it will never fall
As we argue
Condemn
And defend
Because security is blind
Only love is kind
Security crushes the small
Perverts the tall
Woe is cried
When everything falls
Love helps those who crawl
Along with the small
And the tall
Fight for what is right
At our secure steeple
We secure things
That don’t seem to stay together
We say brave things
Not always true things
We won’t be so brave anywhere else
We feel guilty
But feel good
Making others look worse
Not hearing the heart
Only the words from our human made steeple
Security is what we cling to
But only love is kind
If I fell in love one hundred times
I would be hurt one hundred times
But I would learn one hundred things
Be one hundred times stronger
And be one hundred years older
Love is a process of learning
Turning and changing
Growing and knowing
It’s an adventure out at sea
Fighting a freggin storm
Trying to keep her on course
It’s a million different stars in the sky
Seeing both sides of a rainbow
Landing ashore in a foreign land
Just my opinion, wish I could confirm this, but I believe this was written by a woman but sung by a man and that makes it more perfect. LOVE IT, EXCELLENT. It touches the heart and screams at the mind, this is art.
~ Roger Harkness
“She Don’t Want The World”
The open wound she hides
She just keeps it bundled up
And never lets it show
She can’t take much more of this
But she can’t let it go
And that’s ok, she don’t want the world
All the things she says
While he’s just lying there
Without someone to hear her cry
She slips off into a dream
About a place to hide
And that’s ok, she don’t want the world
This love she feels
Everything she’s ever known
Or ever thought was real
Seems like it’s been thrown away
Now how’s she gonna live
It’s ok, she don’t want the world
Those words he never spoke
Haunt her life, the memories
Of all the times before
She tried to show him love
While he would only ask for more
But it’s ok, she don’t want the world
Softly in her sleep
Pictures of the life she’s longing
For slowly appear
She’s seen them all before
But somehow never quite this clear
She just smiles, she don’t want the world
This love she feels
Everything she’s ever known
Or ever thought was real
Seems like it’s been thrown away
Now how’s she gonna live
It’s ok, she don’t want the world
A brand new morning shines
As she wakes up alone again
This time to face the day
She swears there’s time to make it
As she simply walks away
And it’s ok, she don’t want the world
I want lust
But what I need is passion
I enjoy the way you look
But what I need is to talk
As the time goes by
We still don’t know why
I don’t know how to touch
Don’t know what to talk about
But the need is there
The answer’s out there
Somewhere
when men and women are whole
Only then
Will they be satisfied
And if you’ll be there
When I’m there
Maybe we’ll get there
Don’t forgot your neighbor
All things work for each other
It’s the nature of things
Creation in operation
Giving and taking
Speaking and listening
Life turns into death
Death nourishes life
As the books are written
the books are read
Even the nonliving is broken down
And built up again
Is there ever an end
Was there ever a beginning
but everything changes
Forever
You are a part of it
Can’t hide from what is
If you care
You will be cared for
If you see
You will be seen
If you hear
You will be heard
If you feel
You will be felt
And if you could be just a little understanding
You could be understood a little bit
Love is a river
Watering the ground
It makes things grow
If you want some
Just take a chance
Have a drink
And know
If you won’t
Nothing will happen
You will never grow
You know what made this man so great. He always told the truth about himself, never thought he was better than anybody and so he was always one of us. Like all of us are we just don’t always know it.
Back in the day when my dad was my friend, he used to sing. I remember him singing Johny Cash’s songs and then he went away and came a born again Christian and never sang again, never could understand that and I don’t think Johny Cash would either. Dad, this father’s day, I hope the angels are teaching you to sing again. I hope I write the song.
We breathe
We hear
We see
We dream
And die anyway
A boy has a hundred and ten feelings
Each one a different color
Then they grow up
Everything becomes black and white, or just gray
It’s cool to fight
Afraid to love
And lonely inside
They’re becoming men
Having more important things to do
Like
Being more important
But to God
They have always been important
They say
Look at me
See how tough I can be
It’s deadly insanity
Killing themselves
In-order to live
They won’t enter the Kingdom of Heaven
Until they can be children again
Dead men can rule this world
But have no place above
God cries
Every time a little boy dies
Fred’s an old one
He is a slow and tired man
He used to be a salesman
He is still a salesman
But no one will buy him
He walks away
By himself
Alone
He had stories to tell
We have lessons to learn
Why will he die without us?
Martha weeds her garden
She grew up on a farm
All her children left home
She has pictures of Grandchildren
But they don’t care about an old lady like me
Alone
She weeds her garden
She has stories to tell
Her Grandchildren lessons to learn
Why should she die without them?
A valent warrior walks in the street
He sleeps out back
Yes, he remembers Patton
And eats very little
Do you have some spare change
He has a medal
It cost him his leg
And his lover
to another
But he doesn’t care
And takes another drink
As people
Walk by
He has a novel to tell
We a novel to learn
Why do we walk by?
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