My heart stirs
At the shape of the moon
The feel of the stars
Chasing off the gloom
Of a world with little love
A world with little time
Forgotten Love above
Failing to be kind
Respectless passersby
Avoiding face and eyes
Afraid they'll have to smile
Don't bother saying "hi"
It's a sad little world
A mixed-up human race
And I can't wait to be held
At home in my Father's embrace.
(dedicated to the children, no matter what age, who didn't have a father that was so happy to see them that he gave them a big hug)
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.05 seconds at 8:08pm on Nov 12, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
