The Land Of The Stars Is The House Of The Angel. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

The land with no name thus the angel for it's the house of the angel of respect for it's fill with respect to touch a heart with respect but for one who see a open window thus it's like a open door to the angel of respect for every open window thus a bird will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect just to see the sun is like looking in the eyes of the angel of respect but yet the land of the stars is the house of respect.



The more one walk the land of the star shall feel the touch of respect in once heart just when a heart wish for the touch of respect for the moon raise to touch the sky but just for one who wish for once eyes shall twinkle in the night where there a heart thus one will feel a warm smile that will warm a heart with respect for who's house will be fill with the touch of respect for time after time once heart wish for the touch of respect but the more one wish the more a rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect yet the land of the stars is the house of the angel.



A quite night but the moon is full of respect yet when one see the moon for every star that touch the sky shall fill the air with respect but when the stars fill the air for it fill the air with the touch of respect thus one will feel the touch of respect to sing with the bird for one wish to dance under the stars that sparkle in the night every min that a bird sing the more the sky will stay blue thus respect shall get stronger with every touch of a heart but yet the land of the stars is the house of the angel.



Oh what a day for the bird to sing to a rose that is in full bloom and yet the sun shall warm a heart for where there a heart that been touch for there a warm smile to touch the heart that wish for the touch of respect for where the sun stay is in the house of respect that is full of respect but to the family of the angel for respect mean a lot to one who's heart be3n touch with respect the land of the stars is the house of the angel.


Some day a heart will feel the warm smile that is in the air and yet for every warm smile is the smile of the angel of respect day or night for the land of the stars shall always touch a heart for once heart is like a rose that wish for the touch of respect but when one sing to the sun for the sun shall touch the heart that sing for the touch of respect but the land of the stars is the house of the angel.