I do this blog because I Love Music. I grew up with music all different kinds Rock and Roll, Christian in a little Baptist Church, Love Pop, Bluegrass, Country, Classical Rock, Hard Rock, Jazz, AND Blues. We was raised to love music through different aspects of our life. Sometimes it was visiting with my mothers sisters and my Uncle Dallas and cousin Roger, we would have a back yard cookout and they would pull out their guitars and we all would sing.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Little Wrinkle At The Corner of My Eyes
Twinkle twinkle little wrinkle at the corner of my eyes.
looking at and in a mirror glass.
Oh those years have quickly passed by.
Me standing on the rock in the mountains
or watching the cocks crow at dawns daylight.
Oh the sights these old eyes have witness
changes changes everywhere
and for some no lack of hope to be found.
Yes I am growing older and some think I do not have sound of mind
If some I know would search deeper in their soul,
they would find they are not so bold at getting old.
How many babies she has rock and cuddled in her lap
and at the moment of sleep finding them wispered I love you.
She has wore many hats through out the years
which has gave her the knowledge to inpower us all
thank God for the twinkle twinkle in those old eyes so bold.
Written by Judith Collins
looking at and in a mirror glass.
Oh those years have quickly passed by.
Me standing on the rock in the mountains
or watching the cocks crow at dawns daylight.
Oh the sights these old eyes have witness
changes changes everywhere
and for some no lack of hope to be found.
Yes I am growing older and some think I do not have sound of mind
If some I know would search deeper in their soul,
they would find they are not so bold at getting old.
How many babies she has rock and cuddled in her lap
and at the moment of sleep finding them wispered I love you.
She has wore many hats through out the years
which has gave her the knowledge to inpower us all
thank God for the twinkle twinkle in those old eyes so bold.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Do You Know Who I Am
Do you know who I am?
I am your fellow man.
I know who you are.
I am your fellow man.
I know who you are.When I am standing in the a crowd do you see my face?
I am not the ace of the bunch,
but instead one as old as the ages or as new as a young child.
Do you look at me and wonder is his name Sam?
I wander do you take time to even care who or what I am.
This night is only a sight of what I could be if only you took time to know me.
I wander as you sander by me if the thought enters your mind
I am better than you even though you don't know me.
Do you see who they are?
They touch your heart with pain and sorrow for all they have been through in life.
I am not a bible figure such as Cane or Able instead I am Sam.
written by Judith Collins
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