If All I Can Be Is Yours

If All I Can Be Is Yours



If all I can be is yours
To love, to hold, to cherish dear
What will happen to me then
When I find you no where near?

If all I can be is yours
To live with, play with, work and walk with
What will happen to myself
When I have you not to talk with?

If all I can be is yours
And all I have is yours alone
What will happen to me when
I wake one day to find you gone?

What will happen to me, tell me
I'm just your personal lump of clay
For years I've lain on dusty shelves
Until you decided that you would play.

You've molded me and scolded me
And made me what you cared to
You made me wife and ruled my life
Rebel? I never dared to!

Oh, love, oh, husband, can't you see
You made me wife but buried me!
I'm just some property for you to own
So what will happen when you are gone?

Give me some freedom, give me some time
Give me some slack to reel my own line
Give me some caring, give me some air
Give me some hope and something to share.

Come take me down
From my old dusty shelf
Give me your love
But give me myself.

©by Voo

Written at a shelter for battered women

OSIYO

OSIYO, (HELLO) SYNALEI OSTU     (GOOD MORNING)

OTAHITSU

(HOW ARE YOU?)

I AM OF THE CHEROKEE TRIBE

NVDA DINIYOLI

(THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN)

Warrior Women

Loreena McKennitt- Kecharitomene

Warrior Women

We are the warrior women

We, who conquer fears

Except the one that comes at night

That creeps in with our tears.

The fear that quietly says to us

“You’ll never know a man

Who’ll love you like you need to be

Who’ll fit the master plan.”

That fear that does not talk to us

In daylight, morn or noon

But waits to torment us with night

In silent streams of moon.

Our days are filled with woman’s work

With care, concern and chore

We take care of the ones we love

And cry inside for more.

We feed and clothe and garden

We shop and sew and mend

We wait for love to pass us by

And notice us again.

We drive and file and organize

We wash and iron and fold

We open windows to the warmth

And bar them from the cold.

We cook and bake and regulate

We pay unending bills

We kiss away the little hurts

And nurse away the ills.

We fall in tired and weary beds

With day just hours away

Escape to dreams made out of hopes

That waking tongues can’t say.

Warriors, all we, in this world

Fierce and bold and strong

Women, soft and sad and wise

Who see the right and wrong.

We slay the daily dragons

Protect the innocent

Stand up to the unjust ones

From whom our woes are sent.

There isn’t much that we can’t do

If we are forced to do it

We grit our teeth, roll up our sleeves

And then we just get to it.

Warrior women, young and old

And black and white and brown

Yellow, tan and all between

They cannot keep us down.

Except at night, when shadows walk

And heartache makes it’s call

It’s then we let our hearts run loose

It's then, sometimes we fall.

It’s not that we cannot exist

Without a man to hold

But life without love’s tender touch

Soon withers and dies old.

Warrior women, without love

Stand strong against the world

Keeping order with stoic face

That conceals the little girl.

We need some shoulders to lean on

And loving, seeing eyes

That know it’s time to hold us close

When the warrior in us cries.

We are the warrior women

We overcome the pain

But the little girls in us need love

Until we’re strong again.

©by Voo

Aug 19, 2010

9:44 p.m.

                                          

Warrior Spirit by Selena Cross

used by her permission

Love Will Conquer All Amor Vincit Omnia

Have You Seen My Love?

Have You Seen My Love?