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The Song Of My Life I have always heard that song in the background of my living sometimes played with excitement chords like bullets flying every where other times a mournful cello played low and soothing if also rather sad days when the sunlight would shine and the sound of the song was love nights when the shadows all fell upon me the sound of the song was dismal, lonely but yet I hear that song, as my life is not over I only wish for that "one" to join in the jam that one that I have yet to know, to find adding her music Sweet, to my life's song

What Will Do It what will stop you at that last minute, when life seems nothing but tragedy when you are out there upon the ledge, toes over the edge, heart heavy searching for the courage to fly outward and downward, so terrible a thing what will stop you, what will freeze your sorrows, what will free you? step back away a moment, allow me to speak for you, to you, softly my whispers going through to your aching soul, hurt, so tattered step back, will you do it?  what will do it?? allow me to do it for I seek to keep you safe from all the harms in life even those from your own self, for sometimes your very worst enemy, is a saddene

What If what if all things were forgotten all the sorrows, and all the pains what if our days were not numbered rushing away from us in a mad current what if the differences in folks would disappear leaving only the realization that we are all human what if wars became a thing of the past forever to be ridiculed as useless waste what if the scholars became more important their thoughts more readily accepted by all what if the music played on and on allowing us to dance from the heart what if, yes, what if, and then, why not ??

Weaving My Way weaving my way along through the intricate fields of woe where the petals of the dead flowers fall by the pathway stumbling through the back field of a bad experience, hurt tragedy in motion am I as I set one foot before the other stepping, ever stepping as I weave my way along, dying crying out in my own despair, hear me, see me, help me for I am weaving my way through these fields of woe alone and forever wishful for that guiding star above to lift up my burdens, if only for a while, one by one allowing me but moments of rest before the burdens settle back upon my shoulders, heavy and silent always there, always b