Hope

Hope reaches out it's lovely hands, telling me to grab on; I reach. Hope takes me far beyond this place; valleys of sunshine and trees of diamonds. Hope calms my fears, soothes me; "it's going to be all right." Hope shows me a new side to life; I fly on its golden wings. Hope holds my hand; gets me through the tough things in life. Hope sings its sweet song to me; melodies on high. Hope leads me on the right path; lets me rest when I need to. Hope keeps me fighting; striving to win. Hope finds a way, even when everything seems lost.

Water Refreshes the Earth

I lie in wait, alone and calm.
The steady rain drowns out my thoughts.
Clouds create a dampening balm;
Water falls to refresh the earth.

Footsteps are softened by the moss.
Dense, green ferns grow like a carpet.
Here, I almost forget my loss;
Water falls to refresh the earth.

Tall, green trees are surrounding me;
I can barely see the gray sky.
Rain drops from the leaves steadily;
Water falls to refresh the earth.

In me, anger was an ember.
Things got hard and I stole away.
But now I always remember,
Water falls to refresh the earth.

Paint the Sky with Stars

Sunlight streams through the branches' frame.
Everything seems to be the same.
If only I could find a way
that I could paint the sky with stars.

Birds fly around, all happy and free.
Songs fill the air with melodies.
But my soul is lead; I'm not gay.
I want to paint the sky with stars.

Sometimes I wish that I could lie.
When things go wrong I start to cry.
Many people, be as they may,
Try hard to paint the sky with stars.

They climb on chairs and reach so far.
Selfish people with hearts of tar.
For their hateful acts, they will pay,
And never paint the sky with stars.

I still feel the ghost of your arms;
They protected me from all harm,
But though you're gone still I will stay
And try to paint the sky with stars.

The day is gone and night unfolds.
The owls wake; their tales are told.
In the meadow, alone I lay,
And wish to paint the sky with stars.

Springtime Storms

Rain drips down my window pane,
Lightening strikes and thunder crashes.
Nothing seems to appear the same
When springtime storms roll through the sky.

The heavens open; rain falls down.
Trees are hit hard hit hard by the water.
Thunder roars and I hear the sound
When springtime storms roll through the sky.

Puddles grow bigger; drip, drip, drop.
Water still falls down from above.
In the rain I listen and stop
as springtime storms roll through the sky.

Purple-blue-white lightening flashes;
The crash rolls through the darkened sky.
A wet dog playfully splashes
When springtime storms roll through the sky.

In a puddle a flower lies,
Catching the eyes of passersby,
And suddenly before my eyes,
the springtime storms stop in the sky.