SlightlySane
June 15th, 2012, 12:42 AM
I have not posted in this forum in a long long time... but here is a very recent piece of mine!
She could have been the preacher's daughter,
and he would have been the proudest father,
A little girl with faith, and journey to make,
miles she'll travel from the moment she wakes.
She's packed all her bags, she's said all her prayers,
Kissed goodbye to daddy so he knows that she cares,
There's only moments to go and not a second to waist,
for she loves a man, a thousand miles away.
She takes just the basics, her heart and her shoes,
no need for a phone, no need for bad news,
A bible in arm, a purse for her shoulder,
Finding the arms that are ready to hold her.
Wings of an angel will keep her plane safe,
as it soars through the air, steady in pace.
"Jesus," she thinks, asking for peace,
She realizes now, she's been released.
Terminal, cab, hotel, and then bed.
To wake to a sun so early and red.
Just for an hour she waits for him here,
When a personal letter says he'll be near.
Off to the lobby, she runs down the stairs,
Sliding glass doors show a car is prepared,
It takes her to see him, a man she should love,
in a field filled with roses, a stone, and a dove.
"Here lies my heart, it lives on for you,
my angel I'm sorry, I've done all I could do.
I'm waiting in heaven, waiting for you,"
read the small words, on the stone by her shoes.
She could have been the preacher's daughter,
and he would have been the proudest father,
A little girl with faith, and journey to make,
miles she'll travel from the moment she wakes.
She's packed all her bags, she's said all her prayers,
Kissed goodbye to daddy so he knows that she cares,
There's only moments to go and not a second to waist,
for she loves a man, a thousand miles away.
She takes just the basics, her heart and her shoes,
no need for a phone, no need for bad news,
A bible in arm, a purse for her shoulder,
Finding the arms that are ready to hold her.
Wings of an angel will keep her plane safe,
as it soars through the air, steady in pace.
"Jesus," she thinks, asking for peace,
She realizes now, she's been released.
Terminal, cab, hotel, and then bed.
To wake to a sun so early and red.
Just for an hour she waits for him here,
When a personal letter says he'll be near.
Off to the lobby, she runs down the stairs,
Sliding glass doors show a car is prepared,
It takes her to see him, a man she should love,
in a field filled with roses, a stone, and a dove.
"Here lies my heart, it lives on for you,
my angel I'm sorry, I've done all I could do.
I'm waiting in heaven, waiting for you,"
read the small words, on the stone by her shoes.