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| Choices
The children of the land, Are often happy or sad, but grand, often wishing that they had wings, To fly abroad to see what brings. Over the land of many beautiful things, Hearing bells with wonderful rings, Which allows them to be free, At times when they flee. Choices can and will be made, Even when they find something to trade, Having several challenges set before them, To complete their earthly rhelm, Until the day that is bound to come, And praise to God that his bidding will be done. Donald Edward Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
| Diary of the Heart
In the many days to come, You sit down with pen in hand, Jotting down the things that you did, All experiences that you even felt. Listening to what your heart and mind tells you, Seeing things for what they are, Without mixed emotions that could lead you a stray, But to bring you forth into the light. Challenges often send you for a loop, Telling you that you are in love, Even when your really not, And sorting out all with a prayer. Lean towards the will of the strong, With beliefs that could only mean so well, To take you by the hand, Forward into time where you may belong. With these thoughts that are written, I turn out to be what I am, Following the path of twists and turns, For only I belong to you. Donald Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
| Early Dawn
From whence the child came, Comes another dawn into light, Even though the child can get lost, All forms of love comes about. To ensure happiness and fornatude, With whispers among the silence, And when the final eve of her existance comes about, She shall not wimper with sorrow, But only grasp onto the ever coming light, Which shall engulf her whole existance, And bring about another life. Donald E. Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
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