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Fathers in the sky

We shed a tear for everyday you’ve past
Whilst we sat here in the grass
 
Looking up in to a sky so clear
Wondering if you will see us here

To hear your voice , to see your face
To look upon the wisdom you paint

A picture to see you in this place
A picture to hold to make you stay

Its fathers day but your not there
I want to show how much we care

So on this day we will celebrate
For all the love from our heart break

We know your gone but never left
So lets chat away cause your my best friend

Its fathers day and its for you
So lets celebrate, for dad this is for you

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Happy fathers day

Well its fathers day once again , the day that us dads can lay in bed till at least 7.45 am and not have to worry about how our hair looks when we get up . ( well for me it would be not worrying how many I lost in the night ) . The sun is up and the mood in the house will be set , as a sense of secrecy would be in the wind . Nothing would be moving , but that’s what they lead us to believe . The bedroom door flings open and before you have a chance to clear the sleep from your eyes the little ninjas would of jumped on to the bed and snuggled down next to you and each laid a kiss on each cheek . Then you hear the  the rattle of a plate and a cup and some cutlery on a tray , as your wife carries in the tray of breakfast in bed . As the tray settles on your lap and the smell of a hot coffee and bacon and eggs reaches your nose , your eyes well up and a tear rolls down your cheek, and the words of love is said ” happy fathers day , daddy ” . Its the moment that a father looks forward to , breakfast in bed and the lay in and the company of the best people who he will ever know , his wife and kids .

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Random thoughts of dreams

Our dreams are static visions of a tidal wave inside , a dream that can be contained by a waking mind in time . We use our own subconscious to work out our daily play , never to say what happened or even when we stay . Dreams are like a mirage, an illusion of the mind . looking through the pages of how we feel inside , we reminisce of how the book unfolds in time . We are all magnetic , we hold a positive charge inside , we draw in the passion for the one that’s magnetized . When we feel like the world is ending , its just potion to be sort . A rapid feeling of sadness that our dreams have not been taught . We live to be in the moment, but the moment may never come . We hold on to the closeness of the sand , sea and sun

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Wonders of life

Lost in the vision , an echo bound by time
A shadow of a life time , a comet in the sky
Walking through the waters , the sand it slowly creeps

Fluttering in the autumn leaves , a soul will always bleed
The river ever moving , lapping on the banks

Looking at the meadows , the parting in the trees
Life forever seeing , a loss we cant believe
 
Love is an epidemic , a sickness in the heart
The cure is only found , in the beating of another heart

Death is a big adventure, or so the hook will say
Peter pan in his battles , to keep the world all the same

Like whale song in the morning , a ocean full of life
A peacock displaying its feather , or three word from your wife

Life is full of wonders , some may seem to be the same
But what ever path is taken , our journey ends the same


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Fairy tale of old

The day was just beginning , the sun was high in the sky
The sun was softly blinking away in the deep blue sky

The morning light was subtle, its pleasing through the trees
The morning dew was is blessing , as it glistens on the leaves

He woke to hear the tweeting of a blue bird in it song
A little dream of a whisper as the bird flew and gone

The morning was near perfect as he threw on his old cloths
The socks had holes and the trousers had not but the t-shirt was a girls

His family not the richest but they had a lot of heart
The kindest parents you could of ask for , and a house full of love

That day was just the beginning , of a life that he was sent
The post had come and the letter was read , but no words that could be sent

The college had not been able , to place him in a class
So he scrimped and save and bought in  , to the class of wooden hearts

That day would be the start of a life that he had dreamt
For that day would be the day that his heart would surely mend

On that day he ventured , in to territory unknown
For he saw a love that glistened on a beauty that was known

She took his hand and whispered , our loves like treasured gold
He kissed her lips and wondered if there love would ever get old

10 years have passed since the beginning of that day
There love was truly blooming and the couple had been wed

Three kids of love had blessed them , in a world that just like this
A love that’s forged by nature , and blessed by the gods and kings



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