Did You Ever Get To Know Me?
Did you ever get to know me?
Did you ever really care?
Did you ever get to know me?
Did you judge me unfair?
Did you ever get to know me?
Did you want me at your side?
Did you ever get to know me?
Did you use me just to hide?
Did you ever get to know me?
Did you plan to make me so blue?
Did you ever get to know me?
Did you really love me true?
Did you ever get to know me?
Did you answer "NO" to things above?
Did you ever get to know me?
I don't think you did, my love!
Pat Taylor
May 18, 2001
To care: is to have a liking, fondness, taste or inclination for.
To be unfair: is to mark by injustice, partially or with deception.
To hide: is to turn away in shame or anger.
True: is to be steadfast, or loyal.
To be Blue: is to be melancholy, depressed or indecent.
To Love: is to cherish, to feel a passion, devotion, or tenderness for.
Why Do Angels Cry?
Did you ever stop to wonder just what it is that sends the rain? Did you know it rains when the angels cry? Angels are sent to watch over us, to help us along the way with our daily strife. To protect us from harms way. When we do things that cause us harm, they feel our pain. We cry our tears and ask . "Does anyone really care?" Remember always that someone is watching over you, that someone really cares. When you feel the kiss of a raindrop falling softly on your face, you will know that your angel is there. Softly crying for you and refreshing you with that gentle kiss of rain.
When Do The Angels Cry?
When I am not with you.
When you are feeling blue.
Angels cry tear of sadness.
When you are smiling bright.
When everything is going just right.
Angels cry tears of joy.
Imagine awaking and finding no one there. All the people gone. Imagine how lonely you would feel. Picture the earth with no one there but you. Look through my eyes and you can imagine how lonely the world would be if there were no other people. With out you I am nothing. An empty shell of a being lost without someone to love.
Voices In The Night
The days are easy, so it seems,
The voices hide away.
When nighttime falls around me,
and sleep is what I crave.
This is when it's hardest,
The voices come out to play.
He doesn't love you anymore,
"NO! That's not true," I say.
The voices only taunt me,
Did you hear from him today?
So as the dawn peeks in on me,
My eyes will start to close.
after one more long and sleepless night,
Of screaming NO! NO! NO!
Did I dream of moonlit walks,
And whispered words of love?
Am I to wander aimlessly,
Hearing echos of a dove?
He's gone away, not coming back,
Except, in whispered, haunting,
Voices of the night.
Pat Taylor
May 18, 2001
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MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB
Mary had a little Lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
That Lamb was sure to go.
He followed her to school each day, Twas even in the rule.
He made the children laugh and play, To have a Lamb at school. And then the rules all changed one day, Illegal it became; To bring the Lamb of God to school, Or even speak His name. Everyday got worse and worse, And days turned into years. Instead of hearing children laugh, We heard gun shots and tears. What must we do to stop the crime, That's in our schools today? Let's let the Lamb come back to school, And teach our kids to pray. Author Unknown Please click on the button to email
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