To Sing For The Touch Of Respect Is To See The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that one sing for the touch of respect thus one see a star that twinkle in once eyes with respect but for every twinkle is the twinkle of respect but just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for one will feel the light of life that will fill the air with the touch of respect and yet to sing for the touch of respect is to see the angel of respect.



Thus every touch of the star that twinkle for one will see the moon that will touch the sky but when the moon raise thus once heart will be touch with the light of life yet when the sun raise for every rose that one see will be touch with the touch of respect just o fill a heart that wish for respect but yet every heart that wish for respect will sing and yet to sing for the touch of respect is to see the angel of respect.



Just for one who wish for the touch of respect is the heart that wish to feel the touch of respect but for who's eyes will twinkle in the night ever min that one sing the stronger respect will get band yet for every bird that touch the sky will fill the sky with respect where there happiness thus there a warm smile that shine like the sun that touch once heart with respect and yet to sing for the touch of respect is to see the angel of respect.



But when one see a falling star thus it's the angel that will touch once heart with respect just to feel the breeze that whisper in the air but for every rose that one see been touch by the angel of respect just to look to the sky for every min that one see a star for one will wish for the touch of respect but to the family that fill the air is the angel that one wish just to feel the touch of respect and yet to sing for the touch of respect is to see the angel of respect.