Momma tell me,
is it true,
Does the world,
make you blue?
Little boys,
aint little boys,
And little girls,
leave their toys.
Daddy, daddy,
is it true,
Is the world,
cold and cruel?
Are we leaving you someday,
To no longer run and play?
If thats what getting old will bring,
Then, in my heart,
is growing pain...

BluesPreacher

gj man.

very nice tears of watching our babies grow up

That's intense Blues....Excellent

If I may, I'd like to share a piece I wrote the other day that has to do with what we leave our children, and our children's children...it's called Our Babies...

The world turns;
oh how I deeply
pray for peace.

When this day
comes, all our
violence will
cease. There
will be release
from the chains
that bind.
No more torture,
no more war
crimes. A miracle
within my time
with vision,
diplomacy and
protesting signs.
How many people
have to pay the
price sacrificing
precious life?
And for what?
Just want to know

My God, oil spills
bodies chill,
who's fulfilled?
Hearts are stilled.
As we dig in our
heels, more life
disappears. Can
you hear the fears
and Sacred tears
falling the world
over? Falling,
falling, calling
out! Will we end
the doubt and
reveal what this
is all about?

What is it we
leave our young
who are stunned
and in shock? We
have the keys to
unlock the doors
in order to give
our children more.

Let’s not leave
this mess behind;
our babies are
coming to seek
love and life!

JDS 04/09/08

Thank you all. This was written for my daughter.

Wow. So heartfelt...

excellent write