Thus The Land Of The Angels Is The Land Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every star that touch the sky is the angel that shall fill the sky for a heart to feel the touch of respect but yet every moment that a heart wish for the touch of respect for there a heart that been fill with respect yet to look in the eyes for one shall feel the touch of respect but for every moment that one feel the respect thus one will feel the light of life for when the moon raise just to touch the sky with the light of life every light of life is the light of respect thus it's the angel that one feel when one look to the sky and yet thus the land of the angels is the land of respect.


For every land that one stand on is the land that been fill with the touch of respect for where there a heart thus one shall see a angel with a twinkle in the eyes oh sweet angel of the night for when will the angel raise to touch the sky time after time for one wish for the touch of respect and yet some where the family raise to fill the air just to touch a heart that wish for respect but thus the land of the angels is the land of respect.


Day by day for a rose is in full bloom just to touch a heart when one touch the rose of the angel of respect the more one touch a rose the more respect shall fill a heart some where a heart will touch a heart with respect but to the family is the angels of respect that fill every heart that wish for respect just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose that bloom min full with respect when a star raise for one shall see the sparkle of respect thus it's the angel for who's eyes will sparkle with respect thus the land of the angels is the land of respect.


For one to walk the land of respect thus one shall feel a warm smile for it's the sun that will warm once heart with respect but to dance under the stars is like dancing with the angels that fill the air with the touch of respect sweet angel for every min that one look into eyes for one can feel the touch of the angel that fill a heart but yet thus the land of the angels is the land of respect.


Some night when one a sleep thus one dream of ma angel that will touch a heart with respect for every star is where one shall see the sparkle in the eyes of the angels of the sky some day one will see a falling star to wish up another night is like another for the sun to touch a heart but for every heart that feel the sun is the heart that will dance under the stars of the angel of respect but yet thus the land of the angels is the land of respect.