robear1969

Rain against my window, my mind is at a lost in memories.
I lay on my bed, the curtains flutter with the strong breeze blowing into my room.
Night is still with only the rythmn of the rain against my windows.
I walk to the window, allowing the storm carees my body with her cool kisses of raindrops.
I feel my spirit stir and my soul wants to sing.
Creeping across my lips, is a smirk of a smile filled with mirth.
My mind, body, and soul have been tempered with a hard life but it has been fair for being a man living in a world that is ungrateful.
The tender kisses from my woman will carry me into another day.
My broad shoulders carry the burdan of my families pains so I can make right for them all.
I think of the laughter of my baby girl and boy, a niece and nephew who teach more things about life than any person could ever show me.
Send me to war, I will defend our freedom well, for I live in a man's world.
Rain against my window and my dreams are unfolding even when the storm came.