Snow Angel!
Death of a Friend, finding one's way to recovery!
~ Snow Angel ~
I'm tired of always being the `one'
to do all the walking,
come find me on my hillside
so we can holler and scream
kick off our shoes
and fight for good times
beneath the light of the lord
on his earth,
I'm not a door to door walker
Holiday stalker
just a talker with friendly advice
and love in a world of ice.
I made a Snow Angel today
I've got nowhere to be
and evil divorces me,
so I'm stuck on a hill
with no one to kill
for the battles is heavens
not mine
and there's nothing I can do
to change it.
There's nothing I can do
but stand by and watch...
No way of seeking after
that pleasure
after being denied
all of life's treasures,
that joy that happiness
that time of solitude
with someone who knows how
to treat me just right,
in all the times of good and bad
Peace and strife
that exists everywhere
All I can do is feel you
and write these words,
for never making it there
my station is clear
my life is danger... for what I think?
The innocent excitement is gone
and we only have the words
of the good book to which we can get by on,
it's the only place where we can
find the strength we need in these
trying times in order to `live'...
When it comes to life
and the place where I sit
I see how we're all trapped in a system
from which we cannot run,
SO I sit alone, full of thoughts
trying to understand my higher power `forever'
each day the light of the sun
or the cloudy cast, constantly
reminds me of the good books verses clock forecast.
You can't change my spiritual battery
though evil does try...
but my tears remove me from that sin
attacking who I've never been
Jerusalem and me,
that's all there is to see
but it's nowhere I can get
because of how large this war is...
whose wrong and whose right
in this holy declaration.
Here oh father
the words of my heart,
My prayers and never-ending
cries for forgiveness...
For my weaknesses and strifes
and everything I understand as right,
You alone are the only one
who can understand my plight
the eternal prison I suffer living in,
my reason for silence
it's all about control;
the weaker sex in their belief
and who fairs well when one listens.
Only time can tell
farewell;
my driver for forever
the one who can't get me there
because the spell behind it all
has sent us packing
in different directions of distractions.
So all I have is faith,
each day your sun comes out
and shines at the back of me,
because of the psychology
behind how to find the right
forever minds you want living
whether it suits the timing
you sought,
for your message to be delivered
I'm lost without being me
and forcing my soul to be something
that for me is old,
Hurts even my daughter
and the life
she has the right to know;
watching what's being denied
only my words can convey.
I don't know where I went wrong
and I don't know how we can fix it?
The difference of our relationship
in all of this,
Man stands marred
I can't stand the way I feel
after the holy judgment that took place...
what fell upon my body and left me here to live.
`You' my higher power have a job that's abundantly clear
and I got torn apart
in the middle of my fantasies,
worse off now than where I would be?
for you to approve me,
is it my fault I'm denied my adult?
I stand alone in this sickness
and I can't hold your hand or
visit the holy lands.
There's not enough strength to get me through,
as I sit at home being with you,
I want nothing to do with the battle
I see on the earth, for everything I see it hurt.
There's a lot of people I would love
to have know you the way I do,
divorced from life
doesn't feel nice,
when I talk to people
and hear their words
it saddens my heart
for what it means mans lost
the life they were meant to be living;
so how do I go on
find a way to do right by this all?
To dance with the right guy
stand on his toes,
a feeling of re-assurance
because his heart knows
which way to sway and dip me,
so I can laugh and giggle
at the feelings made clear
about the company here
trying to be holy
in a land without spirit;
so hard to do
living this way before you
the cloud beneath you,
the summer I lost
Danny!
About the Creator
Jennifer Cooley
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
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