Scotland with your banks and braes mountains valleys moors and rivers
The greenest grass you have ever seen the rainiest of weather
You can hear the bagpipes playing and see the swirl of kilts
Each clan has a history of their own Clan Crest and Tartan Kilt
The Highland Fling and Sword Dance still danced by the Scots today
Red cheeked and bright eyed lassies sincerely dedicated to their heritage
Velvet jackets kilts and crests medals hanging on their vests
Won for the special quality of dancing that they display
My Father John Ross Campbell has left his Clan to me
Blue Plaid Tartan Kilt and Crest I treasure in my memory
How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St. Bridget's steeple leaning a little to the left
here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days
(I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still
accepts me foolish and free
all I want is a room up there
and you in it
and even the traffic halt so thick is a way
Thank you God, for this beautiful day
Please help me to get through it.
I know each day I ask you this,
And I know each time you do it.
Silver heart of Jesus,
Always searching, may you find;
if you run-down,
may you wind;
may you grow
what you sow
sowing only in the seed
what will ripen into need
what will sweeten to the touch
The leaves are blowing away
Up, up, and away they go.
Swish, swoosh, they go.
Like a dancing ballerina
Up, up and away they go
Way up , in the sky.
The trees standing there,
Their branches all bare.
The wind whistling throughout empty branches,
What a love?
dead on ego
what a love
broken to heart
what a love
waiting with seashore
what a love?
Those who came before know it is not a battle but a war that must be fought and won once again by those much younger than them
And those who love god rage because the one they praise is not Holy, but depraved
How could such devastation take place if this god of love really does rein
United we should stand against the evil hand of oppression
The halt that has been put on progression
The stifling darkness of depression
We’re caught in a war of draining night,
Just me who i am with in this body I own,
Forever changing I understand I have grown,
Many challenges I have faced,
All the dreams I have chased,
Just me in the room i call home,
Thinking of how to set the tone,
Will it be a graceful day i have today,
Or do I falter to pretend I'm ok,
Just me I count on so many times,
How long will you Run? How long will you hold steam
in the sun?
When will you be done? Is life a race to be Won?
Dashed into multitude of races and timeless chases
Huffing and puffing, landing in empty spaces
Chasing mysterious mirages and feeling restless
In this gold rush, death will blush, leaving ya
The time will perish and days will pass
All the treasure’s gone, once ya buried under grass
The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
And care and grief have flown away,
And every breeze sings, "all is well."
I ask, "Holds earth or sin, or woe?"
My heart replies, "I do not know."
Nay! all we know, or feel, my heart,
Today is joy undimmed, complete;
In tears or pain we have no part;