Not In Her Storm
I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain

And it is always I fight for the welcome change

When it rains it pours on this heart of mineSo,

I take the storms I feel to her each time.

But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain

Yet under her water her heart still doesn't change

She can walk away from what hangs overheadAnd,

not in her storm,

are words left unsaid.

Not in her storm have I ever felt aloneHer storm ends,

so I,

may find my way home

It's for me that she pushes away

her own rainSo,

that I may find comfort in calling her name.

She lives in this world for the sake of another's heartGod,

how she eases the miles when worlds apart

And she never wanders when your world falls through

Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.

She has wings that I know not only I can see

Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me

It's the way that the eyes can surely view

How her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.

Not in her storm is her work ever done

And even in her storm she hands me the sun

When her world is dark - I always have light

And now how I hold the new color of night.

She takes then she gives to an unhappy face

So that many can find an awesome place

I have been able to love her more every day

And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.

Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath

Could ever change what I hold here inside of me

Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch

To that angel out there, I love her so much.

The Dummy
In that forgotten part of town

Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,

A wrinkled man with life near end,

In hopes to have at least one friend,

Fashioned bits of wood and things

And made a dummy run by strings.

He sat alone for hours on end,

Conversing with his only friend

And found delight within the fact

That he controlled it's every act.

He told it how he never had

A chance, since all his luck was bad

Although he'd tried so to succeed -

The dummy nodded and agreed

.And how his journeys in romance

Had never given him a chance,

And wasn't it a crying shame

That he was always held to blame

When everyone knew,

oh so well,

That life is but a living Hell,

Controlled by lust and power and greed?

The dummy nodded and agreed.

With patience that would rival saints,

That dummy sat through all complaints

And, with each little expert tug,

He'd droop his head or bow or shrug

And give some comfort to the man

Who held his lifelines in his hand

And helped to fill a lonely need

When he just nodded and agreed.

Senility increased with time

As did the old man's phantomime,

And feverish fingers pulled with glee

The dummy's dance of misery.

They never left each other's side

Until the day both stopped and died.

We found them lying, hand in hand,T

he dummy - and his wooden friend.