The Child Who Is The Child Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who hear a whisper for it's the child of the angel that whisper the touch of respect but for who's eyes will shine in the night for every star there a rose that been touch with respect just to fill once heart with the touch of respect but the child that one hear whisper respect is the child of the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night and yet the child who is the child of the angel of respect.



For every warm smile thus it's the child of the angel of respect for who will fill the night sky with respect but for every min that the light of life shine the stronger respect will get for when it touch a heart that wish for respect just to see the moon the more stars one will see in the night but when the sun raise thus one will feel a warm smile of the child of the angel of respect and yet the child who is the child of the angel of respect.



Time after time for one wish for the touch of respect the more one wish for the touch of respect the more one will see a bird that will touch the morning blue sky with the the touch of respect but where there a heart for one will feel a warm smile that will shine with respect for every touch of respect thus the child of the angel shall fill a heart with the touch of respect and yet the child who is the child of the angel of respect.



Thus when the child of the angel touch the sun with respect for one will feel a warm smile that will warm a heart that will feel the touch of the child who is the child of the angel that touch the heart of a child for who is the child with the touch of respect thus the more the child touch a heart the more a rose will bloom in full with respect and yet the child who is the child of the angel of respect.