So I fashion Lyrics for a hobby too sometimes....
Help Me Lovely Woman / Country /2017
She was there already, for our lunch on that Spring day,
Her beauty overtook me, she had so much to say,
I just listened silently, while I took in all her grace,
A tear fell from my eye, as I looked into her face.
Help me lovely woman, to find the words I have to say,
I didn't think that we'd be here, or that there'd come a day.
I just need to find the words, To somehow express,
The things that I'm feeling now, and to put this heart to rest.
She didn't say a thing, and she looked on patiently,
I said I didn't even know, if I even believe.
Then I looked down to my hands, wet with a few tears,
Raised my head up to the sky, and cried for all to hear...
I said help me lovely woman, help me find a way,
To find the words that hold in them, the grace we need today,
You have always been there strong through all the strife,
Somehow help me find the words, to guide us through this night.
The sun began to fade away, the clouds were rolling in,
I couldn't even move I guess because I'd yet to begin,
The tears were erased soon by the falling rain that came,
I was soaked to the bone, but I felt just the same.
The boat came up right on time, it filled with every face,
I looked upon them silently, and upon them came the grace.
As we pulled away from that small but vaunted shore,
I could see her light shining on once more.....
Help me lovely woman, help me find a way.....
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"