Fly To The Angels


Little confused

Little weepy

Minutes turn to hours

Hours turn to days

Days turn to weeks

Nothing has changed

Yet all is different

Life is still living

Yet life feels so dead

Thoughts from the past

Are stuck in the head

Nothing I can do

No matter how I try

It’s all up to you

Whether you laugh or you cry

Life has a purpose

But I don’t know what it is

Lying here in bed

Time ticks by slowly

A dying man’s thoughts

Carry him to the end of time

Just waiting for a signal

A time for the change

A time to decide

Whether to cling or fly

Oh winter please hurry

And turn into Spring

Make me whole once again

Let me fly with the angels

And hear them sing.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

12.30.2013

 

 

 

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My Walk In Hope


wave_touristIt isn’t easy

Walking alone

Among the wolves

Hoping the walls

Don’t collapse

Around you

It’s easier to

Carry the burdens

When there are

Two in agreement

But I am put

Here for a purpose

I strain to

Find my gift

My offering

To the world

So I will continue

To do what

I am called to do

Walk with one

Foot in front

Of the other

Until I am

Given the word

That now I can rest.