The Stairs To The House Of Respect Is The House Of The Angel. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one wish for the touch of respect thus there a stair way for every step that one take for one will feel the touch of respect but when the sun raise thus the sun shall warm the heart that wish for respect the more one step to the house f respect the more the birds will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the stairs to the house of respect is the house of the angel.



Thus when one wish for the stairs to the house of respect for it's the house of the angel for who's heart is full of respect to touch a heart that wish for respect for every min that one wish for respect the more the stairs whisper respect for one to be touch with but just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by the sun that will warm once heart and yet the stairs to the house of respect is the house of the angel.



But when it's night for the stairs shall whisper respect for the heart that wish for the touch of respect but for who will walk the star is of respect for every step is the step to the house of respect but for every min that the house of respect whisper the more once heart will feel the touch of respect and yet the stairs to the house of respect is the house of the angel.



Night after night for the house of respect whisper respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper the more the birds will touch the sky thus every rose that one see is the rose of the angel of respect but when one see the stairs for it's the house of the angel for who's eyes shall sparkle in the night with respect and yet the stairs to the house of respect is the house of the angel.