Laurence Anis لورانس أنيس
Till We Meet
Up up there,
Some some where.
An angel I feel but I can’t see,
An angel is listening to my prayer,
And he is praying for me.
Up up there,
Some some where,
Beyond the cloud and the sand,
A heart is dancing with a mind,
And a ship is sailing with no sea,
To where I should be.
And down down here,
In my dark dark street,
Where the cold and the heat,
A far away star yet so near,
Is calling my name,
With a basket of fame,
Till we meet.
Letter And Wind
An echo read to the end,
A letter flew in the wind,
Written on it a lost dream,
And sorrow with a scream,
And a name of a lover,
Under it.. I love you forever.
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I don't know where to go and what way,
He said: I get lost every day,
I keep going from place to place,
Looking for your pretty face,
The good people are few,
Yet nobody’s like you.
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In my finger an old ring,
And my heart wants to sing,
A song we sang in the past,
Why.. why happiness doesn’t last.
In my heart rage and sorrow,
And fear from tomorrow.
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The echo started to cry,
And the wind started to die,
Leaving the letter in the night,
Going from left to right,
And a voice without a voice,
Carrying his load without a choice.
Soul’s Fight
Darkness is everywhere,
Someone stole the light,
Fragrance left the air,
And wrong killed the right.
My dreams may take me everywhere,
And may not,
My Mother told me: To be fair,
And my Father told me: To be a knight,
So I fought with myself until I won the fight!
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Yesterday was a good day,
But yesterday is long gone,
I had a good job with a good pay,
And I was a happy man.
I had too many things in the night,
Yet they were all gone by the dawn.
My Grandfather told me to pray,
And advises me to love,
But love is harder than say,
When happiness is out of sight,
So I fought with myself until I won the fight!
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My neighbor said: His woman doesn’t like him anymore,
And she’s no more pretty to him,
After success closed its door,
And life looked dim.
So he killed himself after killing his wife,
Some said he used a gun, and some said he used a knife.
He was all over the news by the name of Steve,
And I know his name was Ralph,
I know he didn’t fight with himself,
I know he lost to the plight.
So I fought with myself until I won the fight!Life's Road
A wise man told me that Socrates is his uncle,
And Plato is his best friend,
They told him that life is like a jungle,
Barbarity doesn’t end.
I felt sick and in pain,
And lots of anger,
When he told me and told me again,
Souls are dying of hunger,
I was in rage and started beating the air,
Shouting, “What’s happening is not fair!”
I was feeling so sad,
And remembering my Dad,
When he was singing a song,
About right,
And sometimes about wrong,
And why we fight.
Think my son, think,
He told me: Life is like whiskey,
Some like it cold, and some like it hot,
Some like it safe, and some like it risky.
So I went asking my mirror about my fear,
To lose my smile,
It told me: Try to hear,
My inner dial,
Told me to: Aim and run,
And not to stop in any street,
Pain is fun,
If you dance to its beat.
I ran toward my aim,
Against every wave,
In the end I was the same,
But dancing by a grave.
Time
Policeman, policeman,
Time stole my parent’s youth and ran,
Don’t, don’t let it get away
It promised to steal my youth someday.
Oh policeman, I paid my dues,
And when I win, it is as if I lose.
It takes friend after friend
Without slowing down or end.
It erases dream after dream,
And separates team after team.
It laughs on every tear
And mocks our courage or fear.
It shouts with no voice,
And leaves us no choice.
To be angry or sad,
And sometimes even bad.
Please, please don’t let it free,
And stop it from stealing me from me.Mom’s Song
Yesterday I took a deep look
into my life’s book
I saw the night with the day
taking my dreams away
And when I turned the next page
I saw my serenity drowning in a river of rage
And before I asked why
my youth waved goodbye
So the iron I can now bend
very soon will come to an end
Laughter is not gonna be the same
but tears will remember my name
All is going to be left with me
a memory of what was and what was suppose to be
And a memory of my Mom’s song
telling me not every right is right and not every wrong is wrong
So every time you hear a friend knocking on the door
open it son she said: and ask for more
Oh Mom…I opened every door in the home,
and had lots and lots of friends, but sadly I’m still alone!.