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DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOU'RE TALKING TO A WALL?
YOU ASK THEM A QUESTION AND THEY ANSWER WITH NOTHING AT ALL
DO YOU EVER FEEL THAT THEY REALLY DON'T CARE?
YOU SAY SOMETHING AND THEY JUST SIT AND STARE
DO YOU EVER FEEL THE TV HAS A BETTER PLACE THAN YOU?
YOU JUST WANNA TURN BLUE
MACKENZIE JOHNSON
HER EYES
Her eyes are so mysterious and dark,
yet not in color,
they have a way of pulling you in,
wanting you to know more,
but when you think you know all there is to know,
there's something in her eyes that makes you know she's hiding secrets
of pain.
Her eyes so light in color,
yet so dark hiding secrets of hurt and pain.
Her eyes have seen more in one day then I've seen in my life,
I ask her what it is,
yet she says nothing.
There's a secret she's hiding,
and i'm going to find out what.
MY EYES
My eyes are filled with pain,
yet I do not cry.
Misterious, yearning for attention and praise.
They look so friendly, yet so hurt.
Dark eyes, yet light in color,
green with happieness, yet brown with hurt.
Friends are Flowers
Friends are flowers.
They are with you for awhile,
Till weeds come and choke
them out.
So hold on to the ones you can;
Hold on and never let go.
Hold on when they struggle,
Comfort them when they weep.
Because God gave us friends
to help us along.
He says "Treat others how you
would like to be treated"
With love and compassion;
Sharing and caring;
Helping and holding.
God gave us friends to help
us along till we get to His
beautiful Heaven,
And walk on His streets of gold.
Fall
Leaves change,
Orange, Brown,
Red and yellow.
Rustling, waving,
blowing in the wind
the colors make a rainbow.
They flow with the breeze
falling to the ground
in an array of beautiful
shades filling the sky.
All falling down, down, down
to the ground.
covered by the wet white snow,
in the makings for a wonderful winter.
With every leaf off every tree
the branches covered heavily, beautifully,
gracefully.
Snow
Sparkles of crystal in
tiny designs.
Armies of little white men,
with stiff positions
ready to salute their high commander, God.
White covering the oranges, reds
and browns of the wonderful fall.
All the green, gone. To be back on a
better day.
By the teaspoons, by the cups and by the gallons,
falling each with their special glow.
Millions of patterns, millions of designs all made
by the Creators great eye.
The brillance of the one and only,
no one else could have done,
The great snow made from the Great One!
I am a believer
I AM A BELIEVER
IN WHAT YOU ASK
IN HIM
WHO'S HE? YOU ANSWER
IN GOD I SAY
AND YOU ASK WHY?
WOULD YOU RATHER BELIEVE OR DISBELIEVE?
WHATS IT MATTER TO YOU ANYWAY?
I BELIEVE IN HEAVEN AND HELL
I BELIEVE IN GOD AND SATAN
I BELIEVE IN ETERNAL LIFE AND DEATH
I BELIEVE HE DIED FOR US
I BELIEVE IN BELIEVING AND ACCEPTING YOU CAN GOTO HEAVEN
WOULD YOU RATHER BELIEVE OR DISBELIEVE?
YOU LOOK AT ME WITH A QUESTIONING LOOK AND THEN ANSWER,
I'D LIKE TO BELIEVE