Wings Of FreedomWings of Freedom by Sarah Hayward.You haunt my waking moments,my sleeping dreams.Theres always tidbitsI wish I had with you.You where the fire Iloved. You where the windI traveled, you wherethe soul I tethered.And now you are the wingsI hear shuffling upon thebreeze of a cool spring.The ever present feelingand the ever lost of freedom.There where momentswhen the world wouldlaugh and toss games at us.But we always where the victoriousThere where times whenwe waited and knewthat the coming momentswhere precious and sat in silenceYou where the fire Iloved. You where the windI traveled, you wherethe soul I tethered.And now you are the wingsI hear shuffling upon thebreeze of a cool spring.The ever present feelingand the ever lost of freedom.Now I watch your movementsdancing in my mind so freebut theres one thing I always knowis that you are waiting for meYou where the wings of freedom.You taught me so much and Iwould never regret the timew
Say Good byeSay Good Bye by Sarah Hayward I was waiting for that big yellow bus,when she came to get me.She said there is no school for me.And I being only fourteen. Knew something was up.If I had only known. What I know now.I would have told them allto say far well. Would have gotten a chance.Just to say good bye.I would have held your hand one last timewould have sang you one more song,looked at new horses and laughedas you gave a grunt in pitty to me.OH! You where the one who taught mewhat I know. And there's no better man thenyou, you showed me right from wrong,told me how to stand with my head held high.And as I watch your coffin move down the stairsfour strong men, they carry you so.All I can think of was the times we shared.And I look to my sideMama' she cries like a infant with no bottleand my brother. It just seems like hes broken.I hold my head high. Like you always taught meand I tend to the family that you made me.But then I thinkI would have held your
Running wild in sleepkeeping monstersat bay with magicshowing just howbeautiful you really are.To bad it's all just a dreamto bad it's all make believeto bad there is nothing realall but the monsters.You're still just a childwho's heart so pureand dreams are purenothing but happiness.to bad it's all just a dreamto bad it's all make believeto bad there is nothing realall but the monsters.You say sacred vowswith the man you lovebut there is no sorrowand there is no what ifs.And there defiantly is nopain of an ending to come.to bad it's all just a dreamto bad it's all make believeto bad there is nothing realall but the monsters.Reality strikes and breaksyour dreams shattering them.You see the monsters, see theirugly horrid faces staring at you withgreed.To bad it still wasn't a dreamsome where were you could hideand never feel so haunted.To bad your eyes had to open.You watch the one you love,he kisses another beforeturning his back to yo
Internally coldInternally coldI watch the snow fall.As my mind reels in timeto the days you where mineand there was only joy.But I guess there can neverbe pure joy.There can never besomeone ever so happythey just burst at their seems.There can never be a womanwho cries a river and drownsin her own sorrow.But there are thosewho wish they coulddie of an internal coldnessone where their heartfreezes and stops beatingOne where there is no tomorrowbut nothingness in the morrow.Their eyes glaze over withpain and sorrow. And theycry internally drowning withintheir tears wishing silentlythat there be no tomorrow fortheir souls that lay shatteredand broken.