Hey​ Leann,​ I​ simply​ love​ your​ song​ what​ I​ cannot​ change​ so​ I​ wanted​ to​ share​ a​ few​ poems​ from​ my​ collection:--The​ Benefit​ Of​ Light
I​ don't​ know​ that​ you​ will​ ever​ find​ this​ but​ I​ pray​ that​ you​ do.​
The​ second​ poem​ is​ a​ song​ I​ wrote​ about​ how​ your​ music​ carried​ me​ through​ my​ day​ when​ I​ was​ homeless​and​ living​ on​ the​ streets​... Jim​
jimsmailbox@charter.​net

CHANGES​,​ LIKE​ THE​ SEASONS​
There​ is​ a​ changing,​ like​ the​ seasons,​
Summer​ to​ fall​ ,​ winter​ to​ spring.​
They​ are​ all​ for​ different​ reasons,​
Some​ for​ you​ to​ prepare,​ others​ to​ make​ you​ sing​

Sent​ from​ heaven​ above,​
From​ our​ father,​ who​ created​ the​ earth.​
Falling​ leaves,​ like​ a​ dying​ love,​
A​ flowers​ blossom,​ A​ sign​ of​ rebirth.​

Sunshine​ falling​ from​ the​ sky,​
Cool​ winds​ blowing​ so​ pleasant.​
We​ are​ always​ in​ Gods​ eye,​
For​ he​ is​ ever​ present.​

Even​ in​ the​ winters​ wrath,​
When​ cold​ winds​ blow​ so​ strong.​
Spring​ is​ nearing​ down​ our​ path,​
Gods​ promise​ is​ never​ long.​

Soon​ the​ trees​ grow​ bountiful​ leaves,​
And​ flowers​ begin​ to​ bloom.​
Our​ longing​ hearts​ ,​ springtime​ retrieves,​
As​ we​ forget​ our​ winters​ gloom.​

Now​ summer​ is​ here​ ,​ to​ enjoy​ for​ all,​
The​ harvest​ of​ Gods​ love.​
As​ the​ warm​ winds​ hear​ the​ call,​
Of​ our​ heavenly​ father​ above.​

Winter​ behind,​ brighter​ days​ ahead,​
Onward​ I​ travel​ ,​ in​ my​ chosen​ direction.​
The​ winter​ of​ my​ blind​ eyes,​ now​ dead,​
For​ God​ has​ filled​ me​ with​ love​ and​ affection.​

I​ have​ felt​ the​ pain​ of​ love,​ and​ the​ pleasure,​
Many​ changes​ I​ have​ seen.​
I​ once​ had​ your​ love,​ my​ most​ precious​ treasure,​
A​ loss​ I​ could​ not​ convene.​

But​ you​ have​ always​ been​ the​ rose​ of​ my​ eye,​
Even​ though​ many​ times​ ,​ I​ have​ been​ your​ thorn.​
Now​ the​ winter​ of​ my​ life,​ behind​ me​ does​ lye.​
It​ is​ spring,​ and​ God​ has​ made​ me​ reborn.​

Life​ can​ be​ as​ beautiful,​ as​ A​ garden​ of​ flowers,​
Once​ you​ destroy​ all​ the​ weeds.​
When​ God​ is​ your​ gardener,​ through​ out​ all​ the​ hours,​
Have​ faith,​ he​ will​ take​ care​ of​ your​ needs.​

He​ will​ care​ for​ your​ garden,​ and​ fill​ you​ with​ pleasure,​
With​ the​ seeds​ that​ he​ has​ sown.​
And​ soon​ life's​ most​ precious​ gifts​ beyond​ measure,​
You​ will​ proudly​ own!​
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IT​ CARRIES​ ME

THIS​ POEM​ IS​ WRITTEN​ FOR​ ,​ AND​ DEDICATED​ TO​ THE​ MUSIC​ I​ LOVE​ THE​ MOST​ :​ LEANN​ RIMES​ ,​ JEWEL​ ,​ SARA,​ NATALIE​ ,​ CHRISTINA​ ,​ CARRIE​ ,​ MARTINA​ ,​ JODEE​ ,​ TRISTAN​ ,DIDO​ ,​ DIXIE​ CHICKS​ +​ MANY​ MORE​ !​

When​ I​ hear​ you​ voice​ it​ carries​ me,​
Back​ to​ a​ place​ I​ call​ honesty​
Leaving​ it​ open​ for​ all​ to​ see,​
Hoping​ they​ might​ find​ its​ necessity​

When​ I​ hear​ your​ words​ I'm​ inspired,​
To​ be​ the​ simple​ man​ I'm​ designed​ to​ be,​
Finding​ beauty​ ,​ not​ yet​ expired​
Letting​ it​ flourish​ ,​ bathed​ in​ simplicity​

When​ I​ feel​ the​ meaning​ Of​ what​ you​ say,​
It​ strengthens​(MY​ SEASONED​ HEART​ )​
(​ THANKFUL​ )​ for​ companionship​ along​ the​ way,​
Back​ to​ the​ basics​ ,​ another​ chance​ to​ start​

When​ I​ feel​ the​ beauty​ your​ song​ implies,​
I​ want​ to​ hold​ her​ in​ my​ arms​ so​ strong​
As​ we​ look​ into​ each​ others​ eyes​ ,​
And​ know​ were​ both​ where​ we​ belong​

Those​ eyes​ haven't​ yet​ been​ seen​ by​ me​
Though​ my​ eyes​ have​ see​ so​ much​
But​ I'm​ not​ looking​ for​ a​ fantasy,​
Just​ honesty​ ,​ (​ DESIRE​ )​ and​ touch​

To​ love​ ,​ to​ uplift​ ,​ to​ carry​ her​ as​ she​ goes,​
And​ watch​ as​ her​ desires​ carry​ her​ on​ her​ own​
Amazed​ as​ her​ beauty​ naturally​ flows​
Knowing​ she's​ wanted​ ,​ all​ the​ love​ I've​ shown​

This​ is​ how​ some​ songs​ effect​ me​ ,​
I​ must​ admit​ I​ have​ this​ notion​
When​ love​ is​ nurtured​ properly​ ,​
Its​ like​ being,​ poetry​ in​ motion​
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IF​ I​ AM​ TO​ SURVIVE​

To​ be​ born​ at​ your​ own​ funeral,​
I​ know​ this​ sounds​ so​ strange​
But​ after​ contemplation,​ You​ see,​
It​ just​ insinuates​ ,​ Change​

For​ Change​ is​ but​ the​ death​ of​ the​ old,​
And​ the​ birth​ of​ the​ new​
Though​ Changes​ are​ always​ necessary,​
they​ often​ are​ too​ few​

Too​ little​ ,​ too​ late​ ,​ or​ not​ at​ all,​
On​ time​ they​ seldom​ arrive​
But​ Change,​ I​ see​ ,​ is​ what​ I​ must,​If​ I​ am​ to​ survive​

A​ sense​ of​ new​ direction,​
Through​ the​ absence​ of​ the​ past.​
To​ look​ within​ ,​ when​ you​ once​ looked​ without​ ,​And​ your​ outlook become so vast.

Search within for questions
And many answers you will find
For nothing is more healing
Than a journey to the center
of your mind.

From My Collection
The Benefit Of Light
Copyright 2007

cool! yea, i've been singing leann's songs ever since "blue" when i was 5..i love music, especially leann's! obviously lol Good luck to you :)

hey!! i want to become a singer as well :)