The Cosmic Force - Angel Michael Oracles #7
Children of the World
Sing and Let Sing
Children of the world, I thank you. The ones who remember how it feels to empathize with other people's feelings, the ones who remember how it feels to believe in something, something sweet and good and glorious - I know you. I trust you. I thank you.
You may be 2 or 102. You still know the child within you. You love this child, you share this childlike message with the world.
I hear you.
An ancient tale calls out to you. What is worth saving? What is redeemable? Who is worth redeeming? Will the city be saved if there are twenty good ones, if just ten? What if there is only one?
Those who don't give a damn, they aren't listening anyway. Or is there a faint whisper of a conscience? Is there a spark there? May I kindle the spark without being first bitten, torn apart and left for dead?
Don't you know that the angry ones, the false faces, the ones who smile and stab you when your back is turned, they are not your enemies. They are your brothers and sisters, your children and parents, but when will you accept that they don't want to sing your song?
You can lose your song in a sea of discord and screeching sirens if you insist on making everyone fit into your arrangement.
They have their own songs to sing. They have their own purpose.
You cannot expect everyone to harmonize with you.
It is not your fault.
When You Wish Upon a Star
Sing Your Song
Bullies, sing your bully song
I have work to do
False face sing of painted smiles
Lure and stab and rue
Anger, sing your angry song
I'll be back someday
When you've put your claws and jaws
And fangs and snarls away
All I need to do is sing
And dance on flowered hills
I create the cures and hope
You can pay the bills
I will never sing your song
Or force you to sing mine
If one day you hear and love
Our purpose may entwine
Leave behind your carved out heart
Where love is just a word
Cold and frozen feelings there
Someone else once heard
To them you screamed, "Don't hurt me so...
I cannot take the pain."
Your heartache turned to menacing
In violent refrain
So go on, sing your anger out
And I will send you L.O.V.E.
For if you speak not the truth here
One day you will above
Copyright 2013 Heaven Leigh