Archive | May 2016

the Creative ARTist dips a Brush into their Soul

the Creative ARTist dips a Brush into their Soul 💛

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the Creative ARTist dips a Brush into their Soul 💛

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I love it when…You see right through me

I love it when…You see right through me

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I love it when…You see right through me
Just turn around and I’m almost there
Dancing on rainbows without a care
Because you see right through me
Straight to the heart of where You belong
There isn’t a song for this one
But I’ll hum the tune
I hope you’re listening

I love it when…You see right through me

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When I dream I dream of You

When I dream I dream of You ❤

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When I dream
I dream of You
I take me where
I’ve never been
Far beyond the
Furthest star
And…
When I dream
I dream of You
One sweet wish
As I close my eyes
Is to live this life
In great surprise
For the mysteries
I don’t understand
I land right here
with You
Cause
When I dream
I dream of You

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She grows among the thorns and thistles

She grows among the thorns and thistles

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shegrowsamongthethronsandthistles

She grows among the thorns and thistles
Searching for the clues in life
That lead her to the promised land
Of milk and honey not shifting sand
I watch her as she finds her way
She inspires me every day
Baby girl in this world of thorns and thistles
You inspire me and my love is lifted higher
She grows among the thorns and thistles

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Waiting for her song

Waiting for her song…she can be found

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waitingforhersong

Waiting for her song…she can be found
Patiently growing…and healing around
She cannot see…she’s dancing still
Her heart it dances…with dreams and thrills
She laughs at silly things…I miss that sweet laugh
Waiting for something…thinking she lacks
She’s still dancing…I can see in her heart
This dance it is different…she’s no longer part
Of the shallow and hollow…world all around
There’s depth to her soul and mud on her face
This dance is different there is not a trace
Of the girl she once knew…except from her face
The stare of a woman she patiently waits

Waiting for her song…

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