Sunday, December 27, 2015

Angels Crying Out

Do you hear the angels?
Can you see their light?
Or can you not hear
Watching the bombs blast bright?

Can you hear the children singing
Or are they just crying out?
Can you dream of tomorrow
Or is there too much to doubt?

I can hear the angels
I can see their light
In the brave smile of a stranger
As we cower in the shelter through the night

I can start the children singing
Make there not so much to doubt
Even with the darkness surrounding us
The light of the children singing can get us out

The children are like angels
Can't you see the light?
As the bombs go off around them
Their souls fly away in the night

And those of us who live
Those who make it out
Wonder why they survived instead
And mourn and cry and shout

The children join the angels
And they send down their light
And try to keep everyone safe
As the bombs blast on through the night

As war continues to surround us
We wonder how we'll ever make it out
And pray to be spared
But feel such doubt

One way or another it will end
We will all join the angels some day and get that light
But maybe, just maybe
It won't have to be tonight

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Lost

I'm screaming and not making a sound
Flying with my feet stuck on the ground
Staying but not hanging around
I am lost

I'm running and trapped in one place
Living a life full of disgrace
Lost without a trace
I am here

I'm wishing myself away
Not sure if I can find a yesterday
Right here I continue to stay
I am lost

You're listening and not hearing me
Screaming at myself to get free
Lost and trapped with no key
I am here

All I can do is disrupt
This world is so very corrupt
If I stay here I may erupt
I'm still lost

I know but I don't understand
I cower and smile at your hand
Lost forever in this wonderland
I'm still here

My heart is up for sale
Because alone all I can do is fail
Trapped here in my head with no bail
I'm still lost

I'm lost and cowering in fear
Trying not to let go of a single tear
But maybe I won't always be weak and mere
Because through it all I'm still here

Monday, December 7, 2015

A Little Bird Called Time

  "Daddy?  Where does time go?"
Oh, honey, how should I know?
  "Does it blow away in the breeze?
  Could it ever freeze?"
Honey . . . it just goes away
It's how we manage to have a yesterday
Without it we wouldn't have a past
Or a present or future that could last
   "But why does it have to go away?
   Why does it never stay?"
I suppose it has somewhere to be
Maybe it goes and visits its family
   "Whose time's parents, then?
   Who could ever be time's kin?"
The moon and the stars, time goes up, up and away
Every night, we don't even realize it's not going to stay
But it comes back to us in memories
Stays with us for a while before going away in the breeze
Time passes by
In the blink of an eye
It never stops, can't ever be trapped, be shut-

   "Dad? What are you talking about, what?"
Didn't you just ask . . . Didn't you just say . . . ?
I swear you asked where time went just today
   "Dad . . . that was years and years ago
   Back when I was a child and didn't know
   Way back when
   I thought the stars were kin
   And all of winter was called December
   Way, way back when, Dad . . . remember?"
Oh, yes, I just forgot for a bit
The memory was so strong it made me forget
I'm sorry for the confusion, honey; I'm just tired
Work has been so hard lately; there's so much required-
   "Shh . . . quiet now; just rest
   No matter how muddled you get, you'll always be the best."
Oh, thank you, honey; your words are music to my ears
When raising a child . . . there are so many fears-

   "Mister? Are you okay?
   It's just . . . your daughter left the nursing home yesterday
   So may I ask who it is you're talking to?"
Oh . . . no one, no one; just the passing coo coo
A little bird that comes to my window before flying away in the breeze
The little bird that refuses to freeze . . .