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"The
Things I Write"
The
things I write speak back to me
Of
what has been, or what will be.
They
speak of things within my soul.
They
tell my dreams, my plans, my goal.
The
things I write are from my heart,
Where
dreams begin or heartaches start.
They
are from things I have been shown,
What
I have done, or folks I've known.
The
things I write and give to you
Don't
start with me. They're passing through.
I'm
no poet. I hold a pen.
He
lets the ink flow,... now and then.
The
things I write sometimes show pain,
Sometimes
sunshine, sometimes the rain.
But
in the pain some beauty lies,
Just
as the rain makes flowers rise.
The
things I write, sometimes for me,
Help
my spirit and soul be free.
When
I reach out to lend a hand
It
gives me strength, so I can stand.
The
things I write for another
Let
my heart know I'm their brother.
A
brother's love from up on high
Will
take me home when I die.
The
things I write for my brother
Help
me more than any other.
They
help me love. They help me see
That
all of YOU are parts of ME.
~Author~
Glen Pysell
Copyright 2001
The midi you are listening to is......"Never Again, Again"
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