From High Sierra,in mountains sky,
within those clouds,I'm flying by,
on my Ghost ship, as my dreams fly,
th' crows nest calls his lonesome cry,
all is well in dreams lonely try,
as we drift through days gone by,
upon these wings of dreaming high,
and angel sings her by and by,
soft bell rings and lone wolves cry,
dreaming in a lonely sky,

sweet bell sing my dreams toll,
softness ring my happy goal,
tenderness within her fold,
looking for a heart of gold,
one to give my honored try,
one to hold and dream so high,
one to kiss in loving bliss,
one to return my passoinate kiss,

from the forrests and moonlit lake,
offered to Heaven my soul to take,
lone wolf prowls into the night,
gave my all to save this fight,
a pack of wolves,how they did hate,
the fight that night,were wolves of fate,
to save our lives we fought that night,
to save our own,and our birthright,
with killing and blood,the mess of it all,
was my lil' one,how she stood so tall,
with steady hands she took her aim,
and took the wolf from his killing game,
I now live on to make my willing name,
to write my poems and my chilling fame,
thanx to her my little girl,
rescued me to save her world,
it is to her,I owe my life,
she asked of me to find a wife,
first I said,I need no strife,
and Honor her with my loving life,

onward through, the mists I go,
forever in search for a love to know,
when I've found my special one,
only then I'll know,True Love has begun,
only then I'll know,my Dreams have won,
Lonely now untill my dreams are done,
looking for that passionate one,
to hold my hand,and watch our setting sun.........Lonely Soul

*chills down my spine*

Oh, yeah!!!! Chilling and warm at the same time. Good one! :)

my Daughter is why I'm still alive,,,
love is why I live...

Yes and one day she will come and hold your hand.

hope she likes sunsets...lol...

michael.....i swear u just love to make me cry dont u..so damn good
.....and sunsets are as beautiful as sunrises and dreams

sorry,don't mean to make anyone cry...

only write to show my past pains and joys...

this poem is a bitter sweet one for me...