Beat your pound on sidewalks wound

around the city's lost and found

give a dollar, maybe two

don't  mind when Grandma frowns

at small signficant displays of kindness from your heart

it's ok, really, it's alright, too small's not a part

of your angel heart.

Leak your sound in shower's pound

of water, safely might disguise

the purity of vocal sounds too good for us,

'til you realize

such denying is a silly thing

and just right then

you release your voice to really let it sing,

again... 

........clumsy, misguided attempts to right the wrongs in me,

distracted but never meant to take focus from thee

my baby, please bare with me while I wipe the pain away

to smile and hold you in spite of  mistakes that I have made.........

Beat your sound on sidewalks wound

around the lost and found

give whatever you like to the needy all around you

small significance is laid like morter from your heart

and it's ok,it's alright, too small never is a apart

of  your angel heart

my love incarnate,

angel heart..

you shine from light

so deep within

your wind,

angel heart...

Rose Loya Copyright 2008