Willow

The willow tree inside my mind whispers. It waves in the gentle wind. It bends, and dances, and shivers. The willow tree is free of sin.

The shadow behind me follows. It walks with me each step of the way. It bends, and dances, and shivers. It never ever seems to fade.

My mind so easily wanders to the willow tree inside. It is a soft reminder of the simplicity of our life. It shows me of the path which we should choose to go. With strong roots and gentle branches, this tree will surely grow.

It proves that life is a journey to be the best that we can be, that is why I visit the willow tree that grows inside of me.

Angels

An angels teardrop falls from the sky, as she sits all alone and quietly cries.
A man is wounded in a bitter war, as she sits at home alone on the floor.
A child is weeping sad in the night, as she sits at home alone in fright.
An angel is falling from heavenly skies, as she sits at home and quietly cries.

She stares out a window to a bitter cold world, filled with hatered and anger and sins so unsure.
She looks to sky in the darkest of light and feels in her heart such a terriable fright.
She asks God a question in a whisper so soft, that her tiny voice is certainly lost.

She walks with the wounded in the midst of a war, and feels such pity for a world so unpure.

Innocence

Footprints and shadows of one broken girl,
Silhouettes and handprints of miserable world.
Snowflakes and rainstorms, of washed away tears,
Of anger and pity, of hatred and fears.

A peaceful horizon has yet to be found,
War and destruction cover the ground.
Greed and power lead countries to shame,
Death and destruction are all that remain.

We create in this world and inevitable fate,
Built on killing and hurting,
On racisim and hate.

We rasie our children in a world so unpure,
Where disease can flourish and kill with no cure.
We think we can teach them about values and trust,
but our children will learn what they see inside us.

Gone

I wish that things were different, that things could simply be.
But I have seen such anger, and I know just what it means.

My past has taught me many things that I never wanted to know.
That is why I walked away, I simply had to go.

It is not that I don't care, or that I want to be alone.
But useless words and empty tears, don't make a house a home.

If I could make it better, and take the pain away,
I still can not say honestly that I would want to stay.

My Love

I want to be your companion and walk with you hand and hand.
I want to feel your breath on my neck, to make my soft hair stand.

I want to be your confidant, and take you far away.
I want to travel to a land where love will never stray.

I want to be your lover and look into your soul.
I want to share my heart with yours, and together keep them whole.

I want to spend my life with you and feel your lips on mine.
I want to take you in my arms and hold you for all time.

No there is no secret, my love
And there is nothing I can do.
To put it very simply, my love
I want to be with you.

Life With You.

I wonder what life would have been like with you?
Would I have done all the things I wanted to?
Would I have been happy?
Or sad and alone?
Would I have a place that I could call home?
Would things have been different if you were with me?
Would I have been the person I hoped I would be?
Would I have accomplished all of my dreams?
Would I be living by greater means?
Would I love you?
Would you love me?
Do you wonder what life would have been life with me?

Me

I’m damaged.
Perhaps this was my last mistake.
These things I do are all so fake.
I have a persona I play perfectly.
But this is just acting this is not me.
I have a hand that I hold, like a poker game that never grows old.
To those who watch I am ok, they stare intently to see me stray.
Those who know me don’t know me well. I do not even know myself.
I am a lost and troubled soul in a world that is not whole.
I walk a long a cold dark path, to a fantasy that never lasts.
What happened to the plans I made?
When did my life become so strange?
Where is the husband and the beautiful home?
Where are the children? Why am I alone?
When did I lose myself so deep?
When did I give in to defeat?
How did I end up the way that I am, this is something I don’t understand.
Why is it so simple to do things so wrong?
How much longer can this go on?
How am I supposed to change, the things that I do everyday?
How can I make people see, this person I am is not really me?



Written By: Kate Paterson