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Little India

LITTLE INDIA

Mother’s little child
Sitting watching you
Through the brightest eyes
You’ll ever see.
Deep inside her heart
Beats a silent prayer
“Won’t somebody please help me.”

I reach out to her
Silent innocence
Raining tears
Of pity deep.
And if only I,
Could be there with her
Hold her, oh how happy she would be.

Pictured poverty
In the magazine
Crying heart
Sweet golden child.
Silent misery
Looking in my eyes
I’d give my life
To see her smile.

I reach out to her
Silent innocence
Raining tears
Of pity deep.
And if only I,
Could be there with her
Hold her, oh how happy she would be.

Tainted innocence
Mother’s little girl
Bright eyed beauty
Sweet child of light.
Sinful poverty
Grips the hand of fate
Lord let her stand
Lord let her fight.

So I pray for you
Little India
As I watch the stars
The twinkling light
Moonbeams go to her
Whisper strength and love
Bring her peace
And make things right.

I reach out to her
Silent innocence
Raining tears
Of pity deep.
And if only I,
Could be there with her
Hold her, oh how happy she would be.

Fight poverty now


The mask of my reality

This song depicts my childhood years and is dedicated to all those innocents out there with cruel parents who abuse them. As a psychologist I understand that these people often cannot help the way they behave and I have found forgiveness for what was done to me but the way some children are treated is despicable.

Behind the mask of my reality

There were certain things that I could see

And I know you, you know, that you could see them too.

Behind the mask of my reality

There were certain things that I could see

And I know you, you know, that you could see them too.


Each time a fist was thrown at me

And a bruise left across my cheek

Each time the stick was broke

Across my back

And how my skin would bleed.

Each time the belt

Was taken round my head

And I lay bleeding on my bed

And I…

Would cry…

Would cry.


Behind the mask of my reality

There were certain things that I could see

And I know you, you know, that you could see them too.

Behind the mask of my reality

There were certain things that I could see

And I know you, you know, that you could see them too.


They pick me up, they throw me down

They kick me, put me on the ground

And when I break; it’s far too late

For me to make a sound.

And oh my silent screams

They take away from me

And as if in a dream

I fly…

I fly…


This is the mask of my reality

There are certain things that I can see

And I know you, you know, that you can see them too.

This is the mask of my reality

There are certain things that I can see

And I know you, you know, that you can see them too.


My mask comes off, I see the light

It hits me right between the eyes

But when the light is low

And I’m not sure

Of what I know,

I die…

I cry…

I fly…

I… Die

Just click on the images to read about these poor innocents and find out more about this subject.


The witch’s song

Deep in the earth my soul abides,

In the dark, where roots dwell.

It walks in the steps of a nameless guide

And drinks from a secret well.

 

It is versed in a long forgotten lore,

It whispers unspoken charms,

And it knows of all that was before

And of some things yet to come.

 

 

It fathoms the gloom with unfailing sight,

A witness to ancient dreams

And to many a tear that is shed at night

To feed subterranean streams.

 

And if it befalls a passer-by

To meet this unflinching gaze,

He shivers with chill, not knowing why,

And hurries away, amazed.

 

 

Deep in the earth my soul belongs,

A spark of a buried sun,

An echo of hopes tales and songs,

Unhoped for, untold, unsung.

 

It is able to cure and yet to harm,

To save and to send astray…

And you, when you hold me in your arms,

Aren’t you too afraid?..

 

This is the work of a friend of mine, a stunningly gifted and beautiful Russian woman called Mila. She has the purest heart I have ever come across and the wisdom of a thousand years inside of her.


I have lived a million lives

I have lived a million lives

And I have seen a million skies

I have told a million lies

To be, to be with you

To be, to be with you

 

I have wished a million times

And dreamed a million more

A million songs running in my mind

Which talk, they talk of you

Which talk, they talk of you.

 

Oh do you hear my silent prayer

Beseeching the heavens above

To let me know you in all your glory

To let us live in love

And can you feel the power of my heart

It threatens to explode with my compassion overload

And springing to my mind I feel a dream of love so blind

Will it ever be so in the life I chose

Now be with me; don’t ever leave my side

I’ve found you love, the answer to my prayers

Oh be with me until the day we die

Don’t listen to the world and trust in me

I will be a better man you wait and see

 

Now I have live a million lives

And walked beneath a million skies

I have lied a million lies

To be, to be with you

To find this love so true


The answer and the cure.

I cannot believe the way you touch my hair.

You miss me when I’m gone when I’m not there.

I know inside that you’re the one who cares,

So touch me now,

And see somehow,

The way I am,

I’m just a man,

I’m just a man who lays his heart to bear.

You said to me one time that you’d be mine,

I thought you said those things just to be kind,

I thought you’d played a trick upon my mind,

What told me so,

I’ll never know,

But now we go,

On with the show,

Oh now we go on loving all the time.

Too late the cry of freedom I am yours,

With certain love you grabbed me I am sure,

I’ve found the one I longed for to be pure,

I found you now,

And yet somehow,

I have to find,

My certain mind,

I have to find the answer and the cure.


Spread your wings

Spread your wings eagle fly

there is a beauty in your eyes

but the sadness in your heart keeps you down.

All around your friends are gone

in a heartbeat they move on

all alone, alone the eagle flies.

Now in the back room of a bar

the eagle never flies too far

in the sadness of her heart she sits alone.

Once a beauty, once so young

so full of promise to move on,

all alone, all alone, the eagle dies.

Moving on, getting on, moving out

there’s a world, there’s a home

there is a world that cries for you.

And in your eyes there is a beauty

and your heart is filled with pride

spread your wings my eagle fly oh fly for you.


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Brian Marggraf, Author of Dream Brother: A Novel, Independent publishing advocate, New York City dweller

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