She was beautiful when I looked at her
She became angelic when she opened her mouth to pray
And I revered her connection with God.

Birds of December,
carrying memories of you,
I don't need reminders,
instead send by wings, God's angels, so I can be there with you,
I'm a nobody to anybody,
I'm forgotten, already gone,
down on the floor, face down,
crying out to the Lord,
to make their reality the truth,
I'm a nobody to everybody, in this place,
beggin' you Lord to take me soon,
no need to end this with, 'amen', because it won't end, until the Faithful Amen sends me through.

I, my love, pray for your health and success
As you are the gift from God
A ball of sunshine
A person I am proud to call mine
you are a melody which is ineffable
you, my sweetheart, is unbreakable
I pray for you
I pray for you

When the heart turns heavy,
Allow those tears to flow!

It helps bring back the light again,
Which melts away the sorrow.

Tears cleanse out the stains
Of past regrets and woes,

And rid the mind of a burden
Caused by unsaid words.

Once the tears are done
What remains is love, know

It's always been there and
Will surround you wherever you go.

The symptoms of pcos are endless,
It causes many issues for the ovaries,
There's no cure for this but there need to be one,
It makes it harder for her to get pregnant,
It makes it harder for her Emotionally,
It makes it harder for her Mentally.

God has the last say in all of this,
Don't worry for those who suffer from this,
I know it's painful and draining,
Don't give up on having children,
It may be difficult but it's not impossible,
Never knew much about this,
But wanted to speak about it.

Many women are battling with this,
It can be easy but in due it will get easier,
Hang in there and keep the faith,
God has the last say not the doctors,
Anything is possible through the grace of God,
Miracles happen everyday.

The anxiety and depression can get the best of you,
Hold on to your faith,
Stay prayed up,
The symptoms will have you Emotional,
But there's nothing you can,
This is a test so just keep fighting,
God will see this through.

If each of your wildest dreams
Came suddenly true today
Would only your life improve?
Or others helped on their way?

If each of your fervent prayers
Came granted complete this hour
Would the entire world be blessed
If you had this praying power?

If each of your inmost thoughts
Formed full into worldly shape
Would everyone feel more joy
And out of despair escape?

Seek for the true prosperity
For you - for me - and for all
We are called to be as one
Let us work to heed this call

A belief is a sweet dream.
An unconscious stream.  

It tucks the corners of your bed.
A place to put all your dread.

Covers you in white linen.
Keeps your naiveness winnen.

Casts you away into a sleepful estate.
No longer shall you await.

A sweet escape from the truth.
A kiss of ignorance coming through.

Gives you faith in something.
Even if it’s a hopeful nothing.

The prayer from a distance
a fusion of illusions, a summit of delusion,
the lustrous tones binding hopes--dissolved.

The prayer from a distance
Again a vivid desire,
too uncouth to confront.
A rivalling mist searching
amidst,
many mouths' discerning noises,
looking for a crescent
to leap down,
to grasp
what is fading;
a solemn soul's core
of another's loving prayer.