Hours

The daily routine impatient and waiting
while she wonders how to keep floating

she spends sometimes at her desk pondering

how to start the day with her heart beating so slow
how to start afresh, how to bring back the glow

and all she has to do is to keep on with the flow

The daily routine ....the starting of another day
be strong, be patient, keep going, take care
easy for others to say

And all she need is the bunch of flowers
to feel a flip of joy in her heart for hours
hears a whisper calling her from above the towers

Past above the tower of time
runs no clock no chime

Its shadow high above her she casts a glance
she will hurry there when she gets the chance

For the moment all she need is the bunch of flowers
the flip of joy in her heart to keep her going for hours.

That's what friends are for

You need to get something off your chest
to unburden what hurts you and rest

to close the door and fasten the lid
to get it open when you are in need

you need a Wishing Well
you need to have what no money can buy nor sell

to whisper your wishes and dreams to
you need a stone to talk into

not a wishingwell nor a stone but I offer you a heart of water & mud
a heart made of flesh and blood

a heart so hard to get and easy to mend; to keep your secrets in and pile up your sorrow
to get back when you have nowhere else to go

tell me of your dreams, of your wishes
tell me what’s been hurting you for years

in my chest keep what’s burdening you and more
that’s what friends are for..