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reflect a dark period in her life and have decided to share them with you all also... She is much happier now... thanks Katty ************************************
Cannot you ever see? That I am not a character,
From one of your many books. ************************************ You took a piece of clay... to mold it you knew not how.
but you gave no thought of how... to put feeling into the clay. ************************************ Your thoughts and feelings... your ideas and desires.
These were all you gave to be. That is what was important to you. ************************************ But could you never see?
That this statue was not of cold clay? I was real, with a heart, a mind and a few ideals of my own ************************************ I cannot give up everything I was, just to be what you think you want. So now you no longer want, that which you have created. All I can do is sit here alone. ************************************ You are searching, for someone or something. That cannot be, yet you cannot see.
That I am just me.
Author: Lorna Bach
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Do you know what you have done... Are you blind to my tears... Do you think I can continue... To live this way... What do you think and…... What do you say…... ************************************ I am sitting here alone.. I listen to the radio... And I hear the songs they sing... Of cheating, unhappiness and heartbreak... I look out of the window... And see the clouds and rain... And I fell the gloom of a... Cold dull gray morning yet once again... ************************************ The chill of the day... Cannot compare to the... Chill which resides within my heart... Of a love gone cold... Or the ache of a tired body... Grown useless and old... ************************************ But you will not look... Or will not care... To see the tears I cry... And choose to listen with deaf ears... Oh can't you hear my Cries...
Author: Lorna Bach
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You made a statue,
