Wish that I were
A poet's pen...

Tears
Fall down...

What would I do without my jeans
That tattered pair of blue...

I pray to you my God above
To keep from harm the one I love...

Cold pillow for the weary
Aching back sinks into bed...

Scarlet roses bleed upon thy thorns
Whilst angels adorn halos and horns...

Fields of poppies, a posy
Pennies make us proud...

Love is blue like the sky
On a clear Summer's day...

As long as we are bound to be,
Only time can know...

Slowly comes the rain
To a bright cloudless day...

When I was young and feeling sad,
I'd run to Mom, she's all I had...

The flickering shadows on the ground
When the sun is high or low...