For the ones holdin’ on

holdinghands

It’s bound to get better
for the ones holdin’ on
but I’ll never forget
all the ones dead and gone
on the road with a letter
folded up in my jeans
tellin’ me it gets better
on the roads yet to be

and it’s bound to get better
there’s a God up above
askin’ me when’s the time
I’ll start showin’ more love
on the road with a letter
tellin’ me to remember
that its bound to get better
for the ones holdin’ on

and it’s bound to get better
for the ones holdin’ on
to the folded up letters
with
 the words of a song
and our voices together
we can sing it forever
and it’s bound to get better
for the ones holdin’ on©

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It is what LOVE does

 

It is what LOVE does, that in each day upon a sunset…

Did I guide one lost, those burdened?? In my bed? Its answers come to me & I feel it…if someone is hurting… did I forget? Cause its dark outside, did I give light where its needed….hear a grown baby crying… did I show love to feed it? Is light what is given, when its me that don’t see it. Delete someones evil, protecting a child …use the sunshine to beat it, with the light of my smile.  You know our walk in this path can be troubled. Its such struggle to learn within sadness. To study acts of JOHN, do I know what it teaches, do we remember these lessons… while nobody preaches? Everything is, as it was or ever shall be. Wouldn’t it be like JESUS chose them, How about you or me? We look for “they” within today.

Its been joy like sunlight in times that design minds to destroy us. In GOD I trust but thrust into a world called dark… flammable gas from trash that spits tomorrows out like little kids in poverty… it implodes within wisdom ,  ignoble explode in sorrows t.n.t… But, in regards to my life or to my wealth, what I have or what I thought it to be…

I’ve got a joy because my brother walks with me.

I haven’t lost him in a war that cost him not being here. I’ve hurt and helped he is myself because what was to be…The yesterdays presuppositions of tomorrow….I hold less sorrow, I still can see because I’ve got my brother watching out for me. No accident, not paying rent can end the bonds that keep joy from truly absconding me. To a brother that counts tomorrows time like 2013 dimes before they drop, It has to stop .

I cannot explain the worth and gold that can’t unfold because my punk ass brother. Knowing what is to me like undoing destiny… erasing anything good You judge me to be…

It wouldn’t ever of been shit, without a good brother to walk next to me. ©