Could There Be Angels Waiting in the Wings

Could there be angels waiting in the wings,


How might we call upon their ecstasy?

Rainbows are mere garnish on the days

In which we are the glory and the light.

So may we hear the songs our sunshine sings,

The words which will the wonder of our ways;

May we know how good it is to be

As we celebrate the holidays,

So much in love we weep as angels might.

STAGE

All the world's a stage,

I am dancing to the tunes of nature fabricated by God,

I will dance til i fall down deep into the realms of water,

there i will act as a fish to survive to fight,

I am an actor and my wor is to act

If i fail there even i deserve not to live,

not to survive and thereby dimnish into watery folds.

One lonely tree

Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days

Alone in the walks of life

One lonely tree

Lonely on the land I walk

Lost, wondering, confused

Like the lonely winter tree



Lonely smiles

On tears lonely lonely cry

I'm nowhere to be found

I feel lonely without your love

One life with a lost soul.



Lonely.