Who is she? |
Why am I condemned |
Her eyes are like diamonds that are shiny and bright
Her hair is so soft and black as the night Her legs are long and her body is slender When you hold her close she is warm and tender Hiding amongst the shadows so tall Looking much closer she's not there at all Always in trouble with her curious way She stays out all night and sleeps in all day Creeps into your room and sits up on your bed Gives gentle kisses on your nose and your head Always expects you to open the door There isn't a sound as she walks on the floor She will not come over when you call Walks straight past as if you're not there at all If you want to work she wants to play Doesn't care if you forget her birthday Is she your wife or is she your lover Is she a friend or is she your mother She is none of those things I can tell you that This beautiful creature is only the cat Lonely BoySometime when I look at you
I can see the lonely boy The fears that you still harbor And the tears you cannot cry Now that you’ve become a man You have to look forward if you can For the days ahead will be brighter With gods help your heart will be lighter. 17 march 98 D K Carkit The BookYour face is like a book
It tells so many stories Of life and love that passed you by Of sadness and of glory Each page you turn Each line you learn For the days gone by And you still ask why. 17 March 98 D K Carkit |
Why am I condemned
To this prison? Is there a reason to my suffering? Did I commit a sin? Why am I forgotten By the people who once loved? Did I do something bad? Did I do something wrong? Every time someone comes along They walk right on by Without a glance Or a look of love I must be too ugly, Too old, too dispirited I wag my tail Sparkle my eyes But all of it in vain For the time soon will come When I’ll be taken away Not by a loving family But by the men of hate How I long to see the sun To feel grass beneath my paws To live, to jump, to run But most of all be loved I dream of flowered fields Of sparkling, shining lakes Of Frisbees cutting the wind I just want to play I see him coming now That man in clothes of white I follow now behind him My fighting will has died I’ll never again see the sun Never feel the morning grass Never catch a Frisbee In its flitting path For now I leave this world Of selfishness and greed And fly to my Creator The One who cares for me |
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