Not all Will

Harming with my words, I think not
others thoughts.. respect, they mean a lot,
as with custom.. culture, give a bow
agree to differ.. shake, smile.. why row.
I live on the breeze, as do most
treat you as my guest.. smile for you, my host,
my heart sings in the desert sands
I'm falling fast, you grasp my hands.

Kindred spirits, they touch the soul of sorrow
I drifted through your sleep, I see tomorrow,
you looked at me.. curiousity, that knowing
where we met.. as strangers, now showing.

Now we hear a lullaby, from singing birds
do you hear me vary, in my words,
no matter if a rosebud is your pillow
when sad.. we can smile, at a weeping willow.

Bobby Ferguson 2012. This Flagging is a disgrace, funny how they flag one with 14 reviews, Plagiarism won't work it's in one of my books