The stars are old with his delight The ground was soft with rain The moon did show the lovely night And beauty was her reign Her hand reached out to hold his h…

The barn door hangs open, the hors… The occupants now a doe and her fa… A few crumbling bales of once sun-… Make moldy straw homes for field m… High on the wall on a big rusty na…

A father’s love is special, it is… It isn’t earned and can’t be bough… Through childhood scrapes and tear… Through teenage years boys and dat… Had she listened to your wisdom in…

She was a gift to you America, fr… In celebration of the 100th annive… She came to you in a battleship, i… You built a pedestal for her, so s… You lit her torch and gave her a s…

Lying in the brilliant sunshine sh… Footsteps on a dusty path disturb… A young hand grasps her, tosses he… Eventually, he tires of this reput… Now she is in the shade of a large…

Veracious blood has finally come,… Can’t the world love each other as… Anger, rage has to overcome. She listens to the man’s humble wo… How he raped many sistas and gave…

The Truth as she sees it Is not in the past A dance that stepped The Truth is Dancing and singing

You are her younger brother, Like you there is no other. They grew up having lots of fun, She regrets those days are done. It’s sad that childhood can’t last…

Such a heavy heart, So crushed by fear— She never meant to lock Her love from you, dear. Her deep love for you

He will always be there When you need someone to care. He will always be there When you are in despair. He will always be there

Daddy don’t you touch him with tha… Cause when he kills you, the world… Understand. What got into him? What made him… Not knowing he lived the life of a…

What’s wrong with the world today And the silly games people play Money, power and greed Using people is now the way Too many people looking to easy st…

She was a lost rose She wonders where she’ll end up She hears voices within She sees bright days and rainy one… She wants to be somebody

A splotch of veridian, A hint of cerulean blue. One long streak of burnt sienna. The painter dabs The palette

She has so many penpals But they’re pretty much the same Except for their hometowns And all of their names. She has one from Italy and Berlin