DRYING IN THE COLOUR OF THE EVENING SUN
“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”
- Ernest Hemingway
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cm6I2v5Ma0Y
FRAGILE – SIMONE KOPMAJER
I look as fragile as a bird
my words flow gently as a stream
my thoughts as soft as cloud-filled dreams
yet my heart still aches for truth to be heard
People underestimate me
think I will bend to do their will
I may be silent; I may stand still
yet I stand strong as any great tree
What they say and what they do
may suck the joy from everything
weaker ones will follow them
their darkness makes them shadows
The path I chose so long ago
was not an easy one
but chosen when the angels shone
and breathed new life from head to toe
I may have died but I returned
to be among the living
Friday's child is loving and giving
I was given that gift from Heaven
Each day I'm challenged to the full
each night I sleep under bright stars
I name them simply where they are
touch light they give so I don't fall
Sadness makes my illness worse
I increase my medication
I find relief in meditation
try to remember all I'm worth
Now I am looking out for my friend
we are coping bravely through it all
the gift of life; the gentle fall
of rains that lift us; we will not bend
I may look fragile; his heart was broken
but it beats more strongly than before
my spiritual journey opens many doors
and carries more weight than their words spoken
If ever you find you took a wrong turning
there are a billion stars that burst with light
and so many angels that hear our plight
that ease our hearts; increase our learning.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
My artwork is compilation of 2 of my photographs
DRYING IN THE COLOUR OF THE EVENING SUN
“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”
- Ernest Hemingway
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cm6I2v5Ma0Y
FRAGILE – SIMONE KOPMAJER
I look as fragile as a bird
my words flow gently as a stream
my thoughts as soft as cloud-filled dreams
yet my heart still aches for truth to be heard
People underestimate me
think I will bend to do their will
I may be silent; I may stand still
yet I stand strong as any great tree
What they say and what they do
may suck the joy from everything
weaker ones will follow them
their darkness makes them shadows
The path I chose so long ago
was not an easy one
but chosen when the angels shone
and breathed new life from head to toe
I may have died but I returned
to be among the living
Friday's child is loving and giving
I was given that gift from Heaven
Each day I'm challenged to the full
each night I sleep under bright stars
I name them simply where they are
touch light they give so I don't fall
Sadness makes my illness worse
I increase my medication
I find relief in meditation
try to remember all I'm worth
Now I am looking out for my friend
we are coping bravely through it all
the gift of life; the gentle fall
of rains that lift us; we will not bend
I may look fragile; his heart was broken
but it beats more strongly than before
my spiritual journey opens many doors
and carries more weight than their words spoken
If ever you find you took a wrong turning
there are a billion stars that burst with light
and so many angels that hear our plight
that ease our hearts; increase our learning.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
My artwork is compilation of 2 of my photographs