Month: March 2018

lola1b:

“

Oh, why you look so sad, the tears are in your eyes,
Come on and come to me now, and don’t be ashamed to cry,
Let me see you through, ‘cause I’ve seen the dark side too.
When the night falls on you, you don’t know what to do,
Nothing you confess could make me love you less,I’ll stand by you,
I’ll stand by you, won’t let nobody hurt you,
I’ll stand by youSo if you’re mad, get mad, don’t hold it all inside,
Come on and talk to me now.
Hey there, what you got to hide?
I get angry too, well, I’m alive like you.
When you’re standing at the cross roads,
And don’t know which path to choose,
Let me come along, ‘cause even if you’re wrong

I’ll stand by you”

– The Pretenders, “I’ll stand by you”

lola1b:

Sometimes I wonder 

about the man you are –

If you are like Him.


Does he walk like you?

Does he also love to spar?

Would he care for us?


I sit and I think –

Does he know? Is he far?

Does he even live?


Then I wonder more.

They said such things would mar

the unlucky child.


But we are lucky,

you and I, by far!

We have all we need.


He made us better.

He helped make who you are;

he is part of us.

lola1b:

I remember her –

Mother’s face – from that brief time

when I knew nothing.


Now, covered in grime,

I try to picture it –

what her smile was like.


But in the moonlit

night I don’t try to dream.

Her smile is right here.


I see Mother beam,

I can see Mother laugh.

She lives in your face.


Like a photograph –

Mother – daughter; are one.