My Struggle My Battle My Victories
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Who Said Angels Could Fly? Who said angels could fly? I see strange faces that pass me by... Day to day, I hear someone speak... I meet this stranger, see... And he handed me a note... It said “God loves me”... Who said angels could fly? Understand, please try and try... Does he or she have a name...? No-not all of them carry a claim. Step-by step, they show kindness... Word per word they speak encouragement... Who said angels could fly? Look around- look around... Is it her or is it him? Or the homeless man or woman who lives on the street corners, or underneath the bridges? Or that baby who’s born with AIDS? Or across the oceans where our American troops, Fight and marching for freedom... Who said Angels could fly?
Breaking the Mold Blobbed unto the Potter’s wheel as a mingled lump of clay.. Rat-tat-tat-zoom –zoom – zoom, spinning endlessly out of control.. Yet in the process, the mingled clay is feeling dazed and disoriented from being thrust and bent into shape.. Majestically, the master hands begins to glide slowly down the forehead and neck of the mingled clay.. As he began to apply pressure to the head in order to create an imagine unto his own likeness.. Soberly, the clay begins to feel the agonizing pain of it distorted imagine being pressed and plucked into shape.. Rat-tat-tat- zoom-zoom- zoom, spinning, spinning out of control… Angrily, a huge fragment of clay propels into the air and lands onto a pile of rubbish.. Meanwhile, the wheel is still spinning around and around at the speed of a hundred miles per hour with the torque force of two elephants pulling at both ends.. Turning, and turning, faster and faster.. Zoom-zoom-zooming, “Puffed.”
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