| HANDS The day I first met you felt like seeing a golden spark You stepped into my life when my world seemed so dark. You're really someone to pick me up when I try to walk and then I fall especially when days are so confusing they seem not worth living at all. You know sometimes I felt so sad I did really need your hand You offered it to me, thanks for that as you tried my hurting heart to mend. And if you're needing comfort the way I sometimes do you know you can rely on my as I'm stronger now to offer my comfort to you. Lya |
| CONFIDENCE When you're tired and sad at the end of the day and nothing you've planned seems to going your way When also your patience has come to an end Try to take a time-out and rely on a friend For maybe they too have walked the same road with pain in their heart and a too heavy load trying to find peace or comfort somewhere near the end when they did stop long enough to confide in a friend for so welcome will be a few words of cheer for that someone who's willing to lend you an ear No troubles can be that time is not able to mend but to get the relief just confide in a friend. Lya |
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| A FRIEND IN YOU I never thought that I would find a friend so far away With hundreds of miles between us yet we speak every day. I never thought that I would find a friend I couldn't see I see you through the words you send that brightens each and every day. I never thought that I would find a friend I couldn't touch But i can feel your tender heart You've helped me oh so much. I never thought that I would find a friend I couldn't hear But you hear every world I say and with an unprejudiced ear. You type the words you say to me that always touch my heart I read them on my monitor screen because we're hundreds of miles apart I thank the Lord for many things you're just one, you see But in my nightly prayers I say Thank you Lord for my PC Written for me by my friend Joyce Allman August 2001 |
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| ME AND I Sometimes when I'm feeling mad there is always a part of me that seems to be a little sad I even know what I don't want to be. Sometimes when I scream out loud there's also a clear voice in me that tells me I shouldn't shout and I know how I don't want to be. Sometimes when I see myself clearly a part of me is the part I really know but another side stands beside me two pieces that to one never can grow. Sometimes when I think of the being me I feel like the sun and the rainy weather and it's so difficult to just feel free I want to be one, not me and I together. Sometimes I think it doesn't matter Me and I with moods and inspiration and I than hope everything gets better for we, me and I, are a combination. Sometimes I see myself as strange but soon after I'm sure I'm just unique So I have peace within me; I will arrange that nobody thinks I'm only a freak. Sometimes I've toyed with ideas I got from a good old friend, nothing new of course and it may seem to you I don't care a lot as you watch me to break through open doors. Sometimes it's therefore hard to make clear that I'm never intending to be the one you see and I say I accept the comments I get to hear cause it's an explanation for the "me" and "I" identity. Lya |
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| ABOUT US The day we met was blanc, an empty page we said Hi; exchanged our very first hello's that moment we picked up a brush to embrace and dipped the colored lines of our rainbow Meaning to make us a part of our days with images of thoughts and emotions to show we both had dreams expressed by emerald green the twilight we painted in a radiant silverblue as well as the changing skyline we had seen lingering in that cobalt color We, at the same time knew.. You, in your own sweet way, my hero, you firstly did start while paint on your hands, lilac and some dusty rose which was deep and mighty enough to touch my heart. But then, too soon, we met that deplorable sad rainy day on which the two of us despite all had to say goodbye feeling sorry to leave our masterwork unfinished in a way knowing all splendid colors fading grey, resulting to die I was left alone, maybe to add the missing but final flair and at first my brush lifted as to paint colors of gold like the light of rays of the now setting sun would care. Roaming the roads alone to find my soul that I lost thinking about how priceless a painting really could be colors so splendid, now draped and stored, hidden away and rare that the inspiration we had was only to fill an empty page... Lya |
| FREEDOM When we laugh we risk to appear the fool.. and if crying we can be called sentimental.. reaching out to each other, risk of being involved.. showing true feelings, considered a big mistake.. having ideas seems just silly, so why bother.. placing dreams in front of a crowd really naive.. Speaking of love includes not being loved in return.. Trying and keep on trying the risk of ironic failure.. Trying to the fullest, a risky question for dying.. But: Laughing isn't that bad, so let's take that risk.. Weeping can give relief, no harm being sentimental Involvement is really needed; good to reach out.. Making mistakes lead us to strength which we can show.. Being silly sometimes is healthy, come and share ideas.. Not being loved in return, no end for speaking of love.. When failing we can at least say we really did try.. And dying is the only fact that's everyone's destiny.. So let us therefore live life to the fullest, as long as we can.. For only the one who dares to risk.. Is truly free.... Lya |
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| Music ~Wind Beneath My Wings~ |
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