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I Never Promised You a Rose Garden

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Sugar and spice                                                                        TheRoseGarden

And everything nice

That’s what I grew up on

Each day of a rising sun

Troubles there were none

Blowing bubbles was so much fun

Riding bikes til almost dark

Free and happy as a lark

Then something went wrong

I heard the tune of a brand new song

I learned that life can hurt

That we can fall in lots of dirt

Soft pedals blown a way

Waiting to come another day.

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Terry Shepherd

09/12/2013

 

My Story In a Song, (Sorry I Am Weepy Today)

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When I was a little girl I looked at my Daddy as my great big hero.dad and me

As I grew older I over heard words of disappointments from others. When I heard us kids names mentioned I always felt sorry I couldn’t do enough to make him love me as much as I loved him.

When I grew up and got married it seemed like maybe he was proud of me. He smiled and liked me being around. He never actually said he loved me back then, but I just knew. I just wanted my Daddy to accept me for who I was.

When he got sick and we found out he was going to die, a part of my heart and soul died right there on the spot.

Oh it hurt. It hurt real bad. I started taking care of him and weeping behind closed doors. I memorized every move he made. Every thing he saw I photographed in my memory. The crook of his smile. The twinkle in his eyes. Each day I tried my best to grab and hold close to me not wanting to let the next day appear.

When the morning sun did appear and I held my Daddy as he took his lost breath I wept. There is never a day that goes by that I don’t look up to the heavens and know he is up where he belongs smiling down on me.

Life is repeating itself and although I don’t want the sun to shine. I don’t want to hurt, I will some day be looking up to the heavens again knowing my brother is up where he belongs.

 

Torn Heart

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Life

Several nights staying awake too late

Worrying and stressing about your fate

Going back in time to who you used to be

And now seeing this brings tears to me

Decisions we’ve made impact our now

Trying to move forth but do not see how

Wishing and hoping you see the way

Is what I now pray for every day

I hate to see the tough skin you wear

Your feelings are hidden and you do not bare

I remember the softness you once wore so well

Has been replaced by an ugly and now  hardened shell

To pretend that others do not exist or walk

Brings harsh words and roughness to your talk

To ignore what is right and do what is wrong

Can only bring sadness intertwined within your song

I pray that you seek the values instilled by me

I ask God to heal your heart and let the anger be

Oh please find a way and try to heal your soul

I wish only good things and this you know

Now I have to stand back and wait

Too see if my prayers are really too late

I will wait on God and watch his plan

To help you see you need his hand.

Terry Shepherd

01/01/2013

 

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