Choosing Love

A beautiful thing we call love

Is a gift sent from above

A thing so delicate and divine

In finding the right man, I’ll take my time

Don’t give love away so easily

Cause to not get it back hurts fearfully

To you my friend I give this advice

Pray to God to help you decide

He has the perfect match for you

But will you listen, what will you do?

Follow your heart; follow your head?

I say follow God instead

I have experienced almost all

And I’ve had my share of falls

I’ve needed help getting up again

And that help was from a heavenly friend

It can be hard to keep it real

I can’t express how I feel

But if anything take this advice

And make God the love of your life

He taught me to take my socks off before I go to sleep

He taught me to take my socks off before I go to sleep

He taught me how to watch a football game

He taught me how to sleep in the same bed as someone else

He taught me how to hold my alcohol

Ok, fine, that’s a lie, but he did up my tolerance level

He taught me many things.

But the most important one is about the socks

If you take your socks off before sleeping

And put them in the hamper right away

You can put a fresh pair on the next day

I’ve worn socks two, three days in a row

And they always made my step a little heavier

Why carry dirt around with you, when you don’t have to?

Granted he has not experienced the benefits

Of the lesson he unconsciously taught me

But

He taught me to take my socks off before I go to sleep

Mon Roi

Wrap me up in your arms
I'm safe here
No fears
No one can find me
When I'm in hiding
I'm safe here
No fears
Kiss my fevered forehead
Tuck me into my silk bed
I'm safe here
No fears
Give me your cooling touch
I know you love me so much
I'm safe here
No fears

Mon Roi!
Aide-moi!
I ask you on bended knee
Mon Dieu
C'est tout
I beg you hear my plea

Ivory Tower

So I’m stuck up in this ivory tower

Waiting for a summer shower

So my handsome prince will come to play

But I’ve waited for a hundred days

And no one comes, no matter how hard I pray

So I’m left spinning straw into gold

Alone forever with no one to hold

This is not the happy ending I was told

Or is it?

Perhaps the only tower here

Is one that is built by fear

I cut each stone and place it so

Blood for mortar, my refuge grows

There are no stairs or doors inside

It makes the perfect place to hide

If a hiding place I have made

Then why do I feel like I need saved?

Is it finally the time that I figure my way out?

If my time has come I still have a million doubts

But what to do? There are so many routes

So till it hits the ground let my hair grow long

At the end of that time, I should not feel wronged

And if I let it fall, someone may come along

And take it.

Perhaps the only tower here

Is one that is built by fear

I cut each stone and place it so

Blood for mortar, my refuge grows

There are no stairs or doors inside

It makes the perfect place to hide

Cloud Without Silver Lining

I sit up here on my cloud, on the people looking down

I watch in silence from above, live a life without love

Come to accept certain facts, that no one has got my back

I just watch

And I wait

And I play with the people below

If I am not careful the real me just might show

And I think a few have already seen, but I just see a dream

So they chase my little cloud, but you see I am too proud

Happy to fly solo, speeding around the sky I go

I fly

I flee

And I leave those who care in the dust

Because I fear I will never be able to trust

The Fallen Flowers

Flowers turn to greet the morning

Then suddenly without any warning

The storm comes and uproots them all

No more happy Morning Glories

The Sunflowers faired poorly

No more wild flowers standing tall

As I view the devastation

It is my contemplation

That something must have lived

I set out walking into the field

It looks as though nothing will heal

As if there is nothing left to give

But still I wander through the death

Some sights catch my breath

Until, a glimmer of hope I spy

A living flower, broken but not gone

Kept alive by Nature’s song

And watered now by the tears I cry

In some years the meadow will flourish

As long as we take time to nourish

The fallen flowers, they will live again

Hope

Hope is a mountain peek
Strong and tall
It can take any storm thrown its way
For it always catches the first rays of dawn