To make the(black)wrong right
is the lady in(white)bright,
a ghost of my former self
but can't keep compassion on the shelf!
To even the score
must let Faith pour,
all thru me
and all over misery....
I'm making a place
for Doris(countrypoet)to go,
where she can race
to and fro!
Dreamy Wings of color
fly by,
a rare hummer
as rare to her as her guy!
It's a fantasy
where they can run wild together,
young again and worry free
fit as a tiger!
She'll be more than just a muse
this lil' hummingbird,
in this world they can't lose
no limit to imagination in whispers is heard!
Imagination Lives
in my heart,
tho my body Never Forgives
happiness that time tore apart!
SALLY
Singing Together>I'm No Pretender....But Pain Mender
