Today I feel happines
deep within my Soul
in a space reserved, "forgetfulness"
is where it used to go.

Today I feel my dim light shine
brightening up the room

Lord thank You
for the throbbing of my head
as long as I feel
I know I'm not dead.

It is a brand new day
the birds are singing
the sun is shinning
and Love is in the air.

Shh, listen
tell me what do you hear
the voices of the Angels
saying to have no fear.

What do you see when you look at me?
Are you counting my money that I spent on my shoes?
I haven't bought a new pair in two years
but I notice yours are new.
Are you looking at my hair?

Take back your words of hatred
take back your fists of rage
No Longer Will You Trap Me
inside your iron cage.

I walked outside today and felt the breeze upon my neck
so softly whispering to me of Love .
Just standing there for a moment...
listening to the birds singing,

Your long brown hair
dancing in the wind,
like the flowers essence;
underneath my chin.

Your deep brown eyes
like finely polished gems.
I fall in Love every time
that I look into them.

How many ways
in how many days
could I ever find
the words to say

How much I Love You.

Should I send it
through the universe?
Will I wrap it
and tie it with a verse?

Will you love me
and give me the comfort I need
embrace me tenderly
and nurture love's seeds.
Will you accept me
for the person that I have become
and use your words respectfully

Trapped in a box
can't get out.
There's no way in
and no way out.
It's cold in here
and it's dark inside.
There's nowhere to run
and no place to hide.
Trapped in a box
can't get out

Am I the volcano
or is the volcano me?
I am the Spirit
longing to be free.
Am I the animal
or is the animal me?
Or am I the branches
of a tree?
Leaves of orange and gold
then to brown,

The shell of my skin
can no longer contain my mind
escaping the confines of reality
and returning at it's will.
Intelligence soaring
through time and space
only to return

Just try'n to make it
Just try'n to get by
but it's so hard to do
on just nickles and dimes.
There's no food in the kitchen
but there's shoes on my feet
nothing but a hard ass floor

His eyes are amber brown glistening in the light.
His smile is full of sweetness which fills my heart with delight.
His voice is a smooth symphony and music to my Soul.

Christmas is the season
for Love and sharing.
Jesus is the reason
for our tender caring.
So on this Christmas day
may Love be yours;
to hold...
and to give away.