The House Of Respect Is The House Of The Angels. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one see a house thus one wish to feel the touch of respect for every min that one wish for respect thus one look to the sky and yet there a star that sparkle in the night for who's heart will feel the touch of respect but yet for the house of respect is the house of the angels.


Thus when one see the raising of the sun for the birds that one see shall sing for the heart that wish for respect but yet just to feel the sun for the morning sun shall warm once heart with respect for respect mean a lot to the family for the house of respect is the house of the angels.


Every rose that one see will bloom in full but for when one feel the sun is like feeling the warm smile of the angel for who will fill once heart with respect where there the sun for one shall feel the light of the moon that will fill the night air with respect and yet the house of respect is the house of the angels.


Just to wish for the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose but yet every rose is the rose of respect for it's the angels that will fill once heart thus where there a angel for there the house of respect is the house of the angels and yet every touch of respect is like being touch by the light of life.