Being Strong
I never thought it would be so hard to loose someone you cared for so much. Im trying really hard to man up on this but its not easy. Her name was Patty Soles but as a Native Ojibway Medicine woman, and Wicca High Priestess and my teacher, words could never express the bond I shared with her. She touched so many lives and it is selfish of me to morn the loose of such a beautiful spirit, she suffered a great deal of pain in this life. Her teachings were called "Endurian." Ill continue to practice the rest of my life with unconditional love. This song came to me by a friend and reminds me of her children such as myself and the people she influenced in her life.
Such a beautifully remade song from Guns n' Roses
http://www.fancystitchmachine.org/fsm/ukefolder/sweetchild.mp3
Lyrics:
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
Website: http://fancystitchmachine.org/main.htm
Such a beautifully remade song from Guns n' Roses
http://www.fancystitchmachine.org/fsm/ukefolder/sweetchild.mp3
Lyrics:
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
Website: http://fancystitchmachine.org/main.htm