For One To Pick A Lily Is Like Picking A Rose Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Some where there a heart that walk under the stars of respect but for every star that one see will twinkle in the sky with the touch of respect but for every moment that the sun raise for it will warm a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for when one see a lily will fill a heart with respect and yet every star that touch the sky for the angel will sparkle in the eyes of the heart that wish for the touch of respect thus for one to pick a lily is like picking a rose of respect.


Oh sweet lily for a heart wish to be fill with the touch of respect but every moment that one see a rose for it bloom with the touch of respect that will fill the sky and yet just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air thus every whisper is the whisper of respect just to touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect but yet when one who's heart been touch with respect shall feel a warm smile yet for one to pick a lily is like picking a rose of respect.


Thus as the family slowly move across the sky the more one shall feel the light of life that is the light of respect for a heart that wish for respect here under the stars of respect stand a heart with happiness and yet the more the heart feel the touch of respect the more one will see the that will touch the sky with respect but for one to pick a lily is like picking a rose of respect.


Oh beautiful night for tonight is the night for a heart to be fill with respect and yet just to be touch with respect is like being touch by the lily that is fill with the touch of respect but for every bird that touch the sky shall fill the air but when one see a lily thus one wish to dance under the stars of respect for one to pick a lily is like picking a rose of respect.


Thus for every heart that wish for respect shall be the beautiful sound of respect just to fill the air for a heart to be touch with respect but when the sun raise for a warm smile shall shine the touch of respect and yet for when a bird touch the sky for it's the angel of respect that one see touching the sky with respect for one to pick a lily is like picking a rose of respect.