The House Of The Angel Is The House Of Family Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus when one look to the sky for one can see the house of the family but for every star that touch the sky with the twinkle in the night is the twinkle of respect where there a open window thus one will see the angel for who's heart is fill with the touch of respect a special rose that touch a heart is like a special star that twinkle in the eyes that wish for respect yet the house of the angel is the house of family.



A quite night even and yet the moon raise to the sky with the light of life but yet for every heart that been touch with the light of life thus every heart shall live with a happy light of respect just when the moon touch the sky for a star that raise is the star that fill the air where there a warm smile thus there the angel for who's eyes sparkle with respect night after night for every star that touch the sky is family to the angel of respect yet the house of the angel is the house of family.




Thus for every train for there a heart that wish for the touch of respect just to feel the morning breeze is like feeling the sun that warm the heart that wish for respect for every moon thus there a star that will touch a rose with the touch of respect for what is respect for respect is something that a heart wish for the house of the angel is the house of family.



For every smile that one feel is the smile of the sun that been touch with respect and yet one after another for a star shall touch a heart that wish for respect time after time for a heart will feel the touch of respect but just when the star touch a heart for there a twinkle in the eyes of the family of respect thus the house of the angel is the house of family.