There's a tropical island with steep rocky cliffs
In the rough seas simply called life.
A few brave locals make their home here,
Near the shore where sand and sun are rife.
Centered on the island, far from the shore,
In the rainforest stands a structure so strong-
It's made of stone and steel with no windows or doors,
Locals don't notice, it's been there for so long.
One adventurous boy enjoyed days on the shore,
With the locals, he had loads of fun.
But the forest called to his curious nature,
So one day he took off for a run.
The boy took with him his ball and bat,
To see what new creatures he'd meet.
The mystical place wher
There's not a cross I wouldn't bear
If it would lighten the load for you
I'd strap it to my back with mine
And walk right in your shoes
I'd move a mountain stone by stone
So you don't have to go around
If anyone stands in your way
I'd fight them off and stand our ground
When you were tired I'd wait with you
Until you could walk again
If you couldn't go on I'd carry you
And try to soothe your pain
But that would be a perfect world
In which all your tears I'd mend
But here now in the place called life
All I can do is be your friend
4/16/2011
Flowers to Heaven
Scattered around a concrete angel,
Wilting flowers lay covered in dew.
Most people leave their bouquets here,
But I'm sending mine to you.
Attached with the finest silk ribbon,
A perfect bow tied 'round the stems;
I'll send your flowers up to heaven,
On bright balloons to carry them.
Deep pink velvet petals and thorny stem,
Released by the water at dawn-
A single rose hangs from white balloons,
Marking one year since you've been gone.
In the springtime I'll send daffodils,
And tulips on pastel balloons-
Released from a high, grassy hilltop
By the light of a full platinum moon.
On the longest day of summer,