A road travelled with the help of Mahailia Jackson's song from "An Imitiation of life"
For if you are true, you going home when this is all over,
There will be no suffering there,
Your only agenda will be peace,
Maybe you will be able to pass it on,
To the ones who've lost their way,
But until then, smile like you always do,
Into my eyes, up to heaven from whence you came,
You smile, yet you are so riddled with your specialties,
They just don't equal out with the others,
But you do the best you can, and you smile happy and free,
You see what you may call "normal people",
Lie, cheat and steal to get what they want,
Always in a hurry, they are,
They chant tough words, do tough deeds,
They never have time to smile like you,
And yet you carry a much heavier load than they can possibly imagine,
And if they did?, who know what they'll do,
Unlike the healer it is suppose to be,
Time is no friend of yours,
Since you know the number or maybe that is why you smile,
Like a kid waiting for their birthday presents,
Countdown,
You don't know how to hate,
I wish I could learn that,
Everything will and will always stay new to you,
Never dull, never decayed, never false,
What we call "struggles" for you will be the time of your life,
That's probably why we don't smile,
We "normal people" have a few shining traits,
And one is "sacrifice", we give our smiles to you,
You see, were not that bad at all,
Despite what we have created around us,
All our sacrifices, toughness, and even the lies are not in vain,
All we want to do is keep you safe,
Treasured,
So you go home now,
I don't know if you were born on the 4th of July,
Or the 11th of September, doesn't really matter,
But what does is that my love was I could give,
And I hope I gave and used it all for you,
I couldn't save you from your specialties, only God could,
i just wanted you to be love and treasured,
And maybe saved, but you already were,
So you sleep now, and Mahailia will take you home,
And when you're there, don't forget us,
Maybe in the beautiful sunrise of our day,
You will start it off, with a smile,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-08-14 at 05:19
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Troubles of the world
You have no reason to fear,For if you are true, you going home when this is all over,
There will be no suffering there,
Your only agenda will be peace,
Maybe you will be able to pass it on,
To the ones who've lost their way,
But until then, smile like you always do,
Into my eyes, up to heaven from whence you came,
You smile, yet you are so riddled with your specialties,
They just don't equal out with the others,
But you do the best you can, and you smile happy and free,
You see what you may call "normal people",
Lie, cheat and steal to get what they want,
Always in a hurry, they are,
They chant tough words, do tough deeds,
They never have time to smile like you,
And yet you carry a much heavier load than they can possibly imagine,
And if they did?, who know what they'll do,
Unlike the healer it is suppose to be,
Time is no friend of yours,
Since you know the number or maybe that is why you smile,
Like a kid waiting for their birthday presents,
Countdown,
You don't know how to hate,
I wish I could learn that,
Everything will and will always stay new to you,
Never dull, never decayed, never false,
What we call "struggles" for you will be the time of your life,
That's probably why we don't smile,
We "normal people" have a few shining traits,
And one is "sacrifice", we give our smiles to you,
You see, were not that bad at all,
Despite what we have created around us,
All our sacrifices, toughness, and even the lies are not in vain,
All we want to do is keep you safe,
Treasured,
So you go home now,
I don't know if you were born on the 4th of July,
Or the 11th of September, doesn't really matter,
But what does is that my love was I could give,
And I hope I gave and used it all for you,
I couldn't save you from your specialties, only God could,
i just wanted you to be love and treasured,
And maybe saved, but you already were,
So you sleep now, and Mahailia will take you home,
And when you're there, don't forget us,
Maybe in the beautiful sunrise of our day,
You will start it off, with a smile,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
Read 447 times
Written on 2006-08-14 at 05:19
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