The Highway To The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus when there a heart that wish for respect thus one look to the sky for there a highway to the angel that will touch once heart with respect but when the sun raise for every bird will touch the sky with respect just to feel the sun is like being touch by the rose of the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night with respect and yet the highway to the angel of respect.



But for one on the highway is one for who wish for the touch of respect but every min that one wish for a star twinkle in the nigh with the touch of respect but just to feel a warm smile like being touch by the light of life that mean a lot to the family that fill the air with respect and for one who wish shall feel the touch of a rose that is in full bloom and yet the highway to the angel of respect.



For where there a heart thus there a rose of respect just for one to fill the touch of respect but for every rose that been touch is the rose of the angel of respect for who fill the air with respect day after day just for the one who wish for respect thus a rose shall touch a heart with respect but the highway to the house of respect for it's the angel way of touch a heart and yet the highway to the angel of respect.



When one feel the light of life and yet every highway is the high to the angel of respect but yet when one look to the sky for one will see the eyes of the angel for who will touch once heart with respect ever touch of respect the more one shall feel a warm smile thus it's the sun that warm once heart just for every bird that one see will sing for a heart and yet the highway to the angel of respect.