I was sent to this earth,
From the grand white heavens.
To comfort those souls,
Who feel that theyre lost.
At times it is challenging
As I travel across the world,
But with these wings that Ive been given,
My journeys load has been lightened.
As the years pass by
I continue to do my duty,
But I begin to feel that my help is no use.
With everyone that I help,
They seem to fall away again.
Maybe I should stop.
Maybe people dont need my help.
That all changed the day I saw you.
Your beautiful face was filled with anger,
And your eyes glistened with sorrow.
I couldnt understand how someone as pretty as you,
Could have these heart-breaking feelings,
But I knew that I had to help.
There's no way that I could leave you,
Because I know that you need me.
Although you brush me aside,
Like an annoying little bug.
I'm going to keep trying,
No matter what.
There is one thing, that I need you to know.
I promise that Ill never give up.
Im here to help.














Comments
--
Don't you wish that life was as simple as fish swimming 'round in a barrel when you've got the gun?
--
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious.
(So come on!)
~The Uprising, Muse
--
and, in the end, we like awake and we dream of making our escape
--
Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade. All shall...fade.
--
Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade. All shall...fade.
--
Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade. All shall...fade.
ALSO sorry, just have to say that I really love the way the poem ended. Yeah. You just win at writing and thanks for sharing your talents!
--
and, in the end, we like awake and we dream of making our escape
--
Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade. All shall...fade.
--
"When I grow up...I'm gonna be a praying mantis!"
Previous Page12Next Page