My world is with you as you hold my hand Kiss my brow, and run in the sand Leave a fresh coin under my pillow Tell me a story so I will swallow My peas and my porridge and my fish and my milk Your hair all around me – a curtain of silk.
Tell me Mama, will you always be there To tuck me to sleep with kisses and care To make me a dress with raindrops and love To sing me a song of the soft feathered dove Tell me tales of wondrous far away lands Make me dolls of cotton with your clever hands.
Take me with you Ma wherever you go You match your quick footsteps to my pace so slow As I watch sun dried leaves spin in the breeze Wander off the stone path into the trees When I grow to be a woman like you We will live in this cottage just us two.
Brambly winds has shaken the buds of your may And may be your coral is much more red And in the blue Mediterranean where she has lay The dreams of a crystalline streams by her bed Past her garden where
Oh my love, Thank you for bringing me this precious gift, Life without you my love, Will be nearly impossible, I rather stare death right in the face, Than losing you for more than one second my love, I feel
“What is it that makes you flabbergasted, my dear mortal? This isn’t for the first time you’ve been throttled by the fear of demise” says the death angel while ripping apart my bones. “Why am I still remain, to you,
The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment, For their beauty is their curse; One can not listen to the cry, As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,
I’m a prisoner -A prisoner of my mind. I can’t be free. I can’t be me. Locked in by anxiety, interrogated by insecurity, and depression is barricading the door. With no room to breathe, I can feel my lungs collapse