she longs to be seento be heardto be feltto be lovedto be hoped for and cherishedin this world where too many have shed her rawwhere too many have shut her outwhere she has been bled dry.
what is it with people,with their monstrous eyes andmurderous grins?what is it with people,that drag us down when we are happiest,dance when we are at our weakestand wipes the floor with our tears?what is it with people,who never seem to remember our good deeds,but never forget our little sins,rubbing the salt in our wounds?what is it with people,tainting with blood on our victory,shredding the dignity of our families,and treading on the dreams of our future?
do you remember?we'd play in the dirt;roll around in it goodyour hair in your eyes,and we'd have a great timebut we met among the lowersour little Secret Gardenall rosy and red and blue and prettyand we'd laugh and read storiesand cuddle and hugwe'd kiss; my most favourite parti'd dress up and you'd stick a mustachei'd stumble and you'd catch mebut i'd sometimes save you too.i know you'd always stayand i will forever too.
the tired wrinkles around his eyes; pronounced against the paleness of his skin; gnarled hands incapable of holding hers again - his shoulders no longer look like it can hold mountains - battered broken yet still standing; and she wonders how time can leave someone so relentlessly disfigured; heart and soulandshe wishesthings were different.
I could snatch a day out of the late autumnAnd set it trembling like forgotten springs,There would be sharp blue skies with new leaves shiningAnd flying shadows cast by flying wings.I could take the heavy wheel of the world and break it,But we sit brooding while the ashes fall,Cowering over an old fire that dwindles,Waiting for nothing at all.
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven?Did I sing -- too loud?But -- I can say a little "Minor"Timid as a Bird!Wouldn't the Angels try me --Just -- once -- more --Just -- see -- if I troubled them --But don't -- shut the door!Oh, if I -- were the GentlemanIn the "White Robe" --And they -- were the little Hand -- that knocked --Could -- I -- forbid?