Who Will
Who will want to keep you when you get old
When your soul has been bought and sold
That, I would really would like to know.
Who will want you in your twilight
When you are full of vengeance and false pride
Or would anyone, want you at their side.
Who will want to walk with you done the street
When you have no one new for you to meet
Or will people shun you, that you do greet.
Who will want to be there to hold your hand
When you get old and alone and you cannot stand
And then of your past deeds, you will finally understand.
Who will be with you in this journey of life
When you come across darkness and event light
Will you be alone, and emptiness is in your sight.
Who will forget where you have been
When your heart is still full of evil and sin
Will you remember in life, there is only but one end.
Who for you will cry and weep for you a tear
When you are no longer here
Will they even care, for your sorrows to hear.
Who will even think about you when you are gone
When there life is still moving on
Do you wonder, if you will be remembered as just a pawn.
Who will always think and worry about you
When you live your life and the things you do
So I wonder for you, if there will ever be a who.
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Heaven To Gain
As I wake up each morning
And as I begin to start a new day
I wipe the night out of my eyes
And on my knees to GOD I pray.
I ask him to please watch over me,
And protect me from all evil and sin
As I know Its everywhere that I look
And its after all women and men.
I try to live my life the best I can
And I try to stay away from sin that's within
But that's the best offer made by any man
So I must pray over again, and again.
I think about what I had endeavored
Temptation and evil it is everywhere
From the things we do and the words we say
Its around the corner and it is in the air.
So I keep the promises that I do make
And also the vows that I do swear
If I break them or neglect them any
At my soul, sin and evil would tear.
And as I see the people everyday
Many don't care about things that should last
All they care about is what is for them now
And then later they try to forget their past.
So as I walk this one life's road
Like many have walked it before
The easy way is not always the best way,
If you know what the outcome that is in store.
So never do I want to do unto others
What sins unto me that has been done
As I know there is a Heaven for me to gain
And also a Hell for me to shun.
Randy L. McClave
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He Did Provide
The day before my dad had died
The day before I cried and cried
He said to me with both honor and pride
What in life He had promised, He did provide,
He kept his word from what he had said
He gave us our clothes and bought our bread
Dad sent us to school so we were well read
And he made sure that we were clothed and fed,
My dad never borrowed, begged or stole
My dad taught us to never to forget our goal
As we live our life our life becomes our role
And we'd be remembered by our deeds and our soul,
My father told me the truth he never lied
My father was always there at my side
He gave me my confidence he was my guide
And what he had promised, he did provide.
Randy L. McClave
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Would You Cry
Would you cry.
If I should die,
Or would you just give a weep.
These are things,
That I need to know
And that truth I need to seek.
If I were gone
Would you move on
And I eventually be replaced
By different arms
And a different mind
And sadly; a different face.
Would you be sad,
Or would you go mad,
If you thought about your past,
That is, if I were gone
And you had moved on
And our life together never did last.
Would you weep,
With tears so deep,
If from this life I had left.
Would you think of tomorrow
And forget all your sorrows
And never hold any regrets.
If you should die,
I know that I would cry,
As a river as deep as the sea.
And my heart would be gone,
I could never move on
And I wish that dying; would be me.
Randy L. McClave
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Chances Are
Chances are if we'd meet again,
You won't know who I am,
Though you might remember the smile
Or you might recall the walk,
But chances are, you will not.
And if we did meet on the road again,
Would you smile and call my name
Or would you forget who I was,
Because now, we are not the same.
Chances are, you would walk away,
And you would forget what you saw
Even though you knew me then,
But now my face, you couldn't recall.
And if we were in trouble in the sea of life,
Would you be there to toss me a line
I know I'd be there if but for you,
But alas, that was a different time.
And chances are, if we were alone
You would then smile and talk to me,
You would be my friend, and remember again,
But chances are; that will never be.
Chances are, that I will never change
And that I will stay the way I am,
And you will stay the way, that you must be,
But I don't care, in this world of man.
I will act the way that I want to act
And I will do the things that I must do,
And I am not ashamed of anything or anyone,
But chances are, the hypocrite is you.
And as life is full of chances of her own,
She has her own steps and stairs,
And could I see you on your way down,
Chances are, I will be there.
Randy L. McClave
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To Die Alone
To Die Alone
Sometimes I sit and wander,
While other times I walk and ponder
As I realize; the situation that I am in.
I have a wife whom doesn't love me,
And a job that wont set me free
While they both, just get under my skin.
I have bills coming to the door
And the house is always at a roar
And no one cares the times I am there.
When I am asleep, I cannot sleep
And I am told a man cannot weep
As for me, does anyone truly care.
So here I am with my face in my hand
My life I cannot truly understand
So here I am again, always all by myself.
I cannot fight a fight, I cannot win
As I know it will cause hate and so much sin
So I Live in my own, man made Hell.
I am nervous now though this life
And what can I say, but I lost my pride
So here I am, a man without a soul.
I always stay quite as a mouse
Apologies is all that comes from my mouth
My life is full of sadness and its woe.
Now my dreaming, is what I do best
And when I can I hide or I can rest
I seem to hate, today and even tomorrow.
So when I say my prayers at night
I will always pray for my soul and my wife
And I try to forget the rest of my sorrow.
But then I think the same old thought
After the many battles that I have fought
As I know someday peace will enter my home
But till that time I will sit and I will wait
As from that battle I cannot escape
Until then, I just hope to die alone.
Randy L. McClave
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Because Of You
If I don't ever trust again,
It will be because of you,
And if I stay angry more than I want,
That too, will be because of you.
If I don't hold onto hope or compassion,
That will, be because of you.
And if it seems that I am full of hate,
It will be because of you.
And also it is because of you,
That you cheat and that you lie.
And it is also because of yourself,
That you, or no one has faith in your life.
It is because of you,
That you have no loyalty or a soul.
And if you think it will be because of you,
That when you grow old, you will grow old alone.
And it is because of you,
There’s a debt that I owe to GOD and Man.
But then it is because of myself.
That debt, I did not try to understand.
And it is because of you,
What you did and the life that you live.
But then it is because of myself,
That I don't forget, and then you I forgive.
Randy L. McClave
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Hello, Death
Hello; I am Death.
Listen to me as I speak
As though you think there is an option
There is none, as your life is what I seek.
You can be the top of your world
The master of all you survey
Have your name known around this world
But that is nothing, you are mine at any day.
As with the touch of my finger
Or a glare from my eye
All you owe and known is gone,
When I command it, your body will die.
Hello; I am Death
Have you came to fear me yet
Have you seen your life pass you by
terrible is your life, and your soul is that debt.
The people you used and hurt
The swears and lies that you spoke
Laughing when others where in despair
I think by those words, I will let you choke.
You will then dance in your misery
As you reflect the past of your deeds
With every gasping breath I will laugh
Then my words you will finally heed.
Hello; I am Death
Listen to me as I talk
My voice will be the last for you to hear
As you take, your very last walk.
I will laugh with every step that you take
As just to remind you of your past,
And the wrongs that you did to others
Forever, I promise that pain in you will last.
And then the moment before you die
And your soul is full of regrets
I want to watch you beg for mercy and life,
BUT, I wont listen; as I am DEATH.
Randy L. McClave
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The Whisper
As my heart was full of worries
And my soul was full of revenge
Everywhere I looked I saw lies and hatred
And from that road, I could see no end.
My life and happiness was vanishing
As all I cared about was hate and fear,
I knew not any other course to take
But then suddenly, GOD whispered into my ear.
He said vengeance is mine so said the Lord
And forgiveness was mine to give
I was told to enjoy the life I was living,
And let others see the life that I do live.
The troubles I have, they were all man made
GOD said that to me as He spoke
And a peaceful mind, is a peaceful soul
And in Heaven someday, I will be known.
Then to me GOD, He spoke no more
Then to the Heavens I prayed and I smiled
What GOD told me I truly needed then
I was happy, as I was a new born child.
Now when I hear the lies or see the anger
I’ll remember the time my soul almost disappeared
When I gave up love, as it had given up on me
But then GOD; He whispered into my ear.
Randy L. McClave
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Living With Yourself
How do you live with yourself
When you are walking down the street
How do you live with yourself
When you tell lies to the people that you meet.
Don't you know that's it's not loyalty
When you go from one man to another
Don't you think that it's also disrespectful
When you tell others that you are a good mother.
You have cheated on all of your husbands
And also your boyfriends when you begged for help
Honestly how can you believe you done nothing wrong
Tell me again, how can you live with yourself.
Don't you know that it is a mortal sin
To live a life the way that you do
Telling your children that you done no wrong
Do you really want them to respect or be like you.
You live as a user and an adulterous
While others say you live a life as a tramp and a whore
And you have your children watching you sin
How can you live with yourself any more.
Are you happy with the deeds you have done
Even with the ones you have done many times before
Are you not tired of lying and making up stories
Dont you understand why with people you they ignore.
You still put on your act with people that you meet
You will not tell them the truth about yourself
If they knew too the evil and sin you commited
They would also tell you that you are going to hell.
So close your conscience and live your lie
And act like you care for others and them you want to help
But all you care is for yourself and only you
And ask GOD please, how can you live with yourself.
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Who Will It Be
Who will take care of you when you get older
When you are walking down life’s road
Who will be there, with love and also care
When you, yourself are old.
Who will hold your hand and walk with you
When you are walking down life’s road
Who will be at your side, to be your guide
Who, but only you will know.
Who will carry you if you become to tired to walk
When you are walking down life’s road
Who will carry your weight, and wont hesitate
Who could be that proud and bold.
Who will stay at your side and will not leave you
When you are walking down life’s road
Who will wipe away your tear, and soothe your fear
Who will comfort your mind and soul.
Who will be there with you till the very end
When you are walking down life’s road
When you see the mistakes, that you did make
When your life unto you will unfold.
Who will be there to tell you goodbye
When your journey ends on life’s road
When you take those steps, with sadness and regret
Who will be the one with love to show.
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Some Men Will Do
The bad and evil that some men will do
Will follow them after they enter their grave
Their acts will become adages that others will view
And to those axioms, their memories will be a slave,
Those men will be remembered by their past deeds
Long after, they are dead and gone
Then their stories will grow wild, like garden weeds
As their past deeds will live and linger on,
They will be remembered long after they are dead
By the exploits they did while they were living
As one good act alone won't lead to a good life led
And they cannot erase those sins, and the misgiving,
So I will say this before I will enter my grave
With the life that I am living, just and true
I want to be thought of with the righteous and the brave
And I don't want to be remembered, by the evils some men do.
Randy L. McClave
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Once They Said
Once they said you were so sweet
But now they say that you are a cheat
So maybe then someday you might learn
Your deeds speak louder than any word
When you are walking down your street.
Once they said your soul was loyal
But now they say its used and soiled
So I say this to you my dear, dear friend
If you did once before you will do it again
You once had nothing but now you are spoiled.
Once they said you were knowledegable
Now they say that you are intolerable
As you think your better than everyone else
And know one is as smart as yourself
Now your ways and acts are unpardonable.
Once they said you were very honest
But then you became very dishonest
You hid your truth as you would hide a tear
Then you made your past and deeds disappear
As then you thought you were a goddess.
Once they said you were trustworthy
But then you became uncouth and earthy
You became a person that we never knew
As inside your soul and mind evil and hate grew
Now for your salvation you will never be worthy.
Once they said you were true to the core
But now your mind is empty and your soul is poor
You had let evil and sin enter into your life
Now honest and love is out of your sight
Statements of praises, you wont hear anymore.
Randy L. McClave
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Down Life's Road
Do not surrender, do not retreat, do not give up that fight
These are the words of encouragement that I will not forget
And always fight for the just, and the truth, and the right.
Stand strong, and stand tall, and be ever so brave
Practice these virtues, and by GOD live by these deeds
Then the great road of man for you will have been paved.
Be honest and be truthful, and live by the words you speak
Graft your life by these rules and mold yourself be these values
And then one day honest men and scholars you they will seek.
Be giving, and be kind, and always reach with an open hand
Let all others go before you, and proudly let them go first
Then the ways of humanity, you will undoubtedly understand.
Be you, yourself and never differ, and always stay the same
No matter what other people, want or might ask or expect from you
Then never will you have disrespected yourself or know of any shame.
Live by these rules, learn by these ways, in your soul let them be sewed
Always be who you are, and not what others ask for, or want
Then happy and proud you will be, as you walk down life's road.
Randy L. McClave
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When You Come By
When you come by to think of me,
Please; for me do not weep
Because I am no longer there.
All you see now is a shell,
Where I once did dwell,
So please, for me do not stare.
And when they place me in this Earth
And cover me with her dirt,
Please, do not shed another tear.
Because I have went on
Like the wind and the dawn,
So I am no longer here.
But please remember my laugh,
And remember my smile,
But mostly, remember my soul.
Because it was what made me, me
It gave me life and made me free,
It was what everyone truly did know.
So if you come by again,
To visit me as my friend,
Or even if you want to just say Hi.
Do not look at the ground,
Because there I will not be found,
But look up towards the clouds in the sky.
Randy L. McClave
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Your Grave
I alone will stand over your grave
And I will not shed a tear,
I will be both proud and brave
And finally my words you will hear.
You will listen to the words that I speak
And every quote that I have to say,
And this time you will not ignore me
Or from me will you run away.
I will be the only person standing there
As no-one else will care for your passing,
As in my heart for you there once was care
But now its full of remorse and laughing.
I will read for you the many bible quotes
Especially the ones pertaining how you lived,
You will understand how you destroyed hopes
Goodness fell out of you like flour being sieved.
I truly hope that you can hear my voice
As that will be the last time I will speak to you,
Where you spend your eternity that was your choice
And this one outcome you cant undo.
I will look on your gave and give you pity
As pity is all that you acquired in life,
And to think I thought you once were pretty
But you were ugly as a woman, mother and wife.
I look around and your families not there
I guess they decided they had better things to do,
Maybe though you are in their prayers
Or maybe they too didn’t care about you.
Now my speech to you it has ended
In the end I know you could not of been saved,
So many innocents you have used and offended
So now forever, I walk away from your grave.
Randy L. McClave
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Why
Why does my heart keep on beating,
If you are no longer here.
Why does my eyes keep on seeing,
If now they are full of tears.
Why does my ears keep on hearing,
If they cant hear your sound.
Why does my lungs keep on breathing,
If you are no longer around.
Why do I exist without you
I thought for sure that I would lay down and die.
But instead my life, it became meaningless
So I reminisce, then I write and then I cry.
I never knew how life would be without you,
Ever since the day that you first came in,
So I will say again, forever I will love you
But these feelings I know not where to send.
Why does the birds keep on singing,
Don't they know, that my life has been torn.
Why is the sky so happy and blue,
Doesn't it know, that it is time for a storm.
Why are so many souls still in love,
Don't they know that I am all alone.
Why cant the feel the coldness in the wind,
Cant they hear my brain, and my soul moan.
Randy L. McClave
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Lovely Kim
I feel the warmth of the sunshine
And the blowing of the wind
Then in my ear, her voice I do hear
It is that of the lovely Kim.
As a happiness comes over me
Which really I cant explain
When she is around, my soul to her is bound
And no longer do I feel any anger or pain.
I walk with my outreached arms
Trying to find where she might be
And the wind blows, and then I know
She is there, for me to believe.
A happiness it enters my soul
And I hope from me it never escape
As long as its there, I know that she cares
And I know for life for me isn't too late.
My day it is full of happiness
I keep a smile in my heart and on my face
I feel a happy sound, which in my soul rebounds
Finally love and joy, I feel that sweet taste.
People they walk past me
I can feel the happiness in their soul
Loves in their heart, from which they cant part
And never will they let that feeling go.
So as once again I sit and I will wait
For the blowing and calling of the wind
I then close my eyes, and then I fantasize
Of that, and of the beautiful lovely Kim.
Randy L. McClave
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Life
Life is measured by consequences and deeds
How one lived their life and helped those in need
By the journeys taken and the dreams we did seek
And not accepting sin or temptation when the soul was weak
Life always begins here and it ends way over there
It starts with a birth and always ends with a prayer
Loved ones will remember with a kindness and care
As sinners and the unrighteous will be remembered with a stare
Life is learning every day as we get older
To say no to temptation and yes to truth as we get bolder
In life our journey must be truthful and straight forward
Not a life of lying and cheating and looking over ones shoulder.
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I Would Not Cry
If you should die, I would not cry
Sadder words I never have thought
In my heart there is no feeling
So to God I pray for the healing
But sometimes, I think God has just forgot.
I cannot forget the sins that you have done to me
While you were my soul and also my wife
I can still feel all of your using
Along with your with your cheating and abusing
And how you destroyed my soul and my life.
We were once one, as we were joined by God
But you weren't happy with that type of living,
So then again you started telling your lies
So you could get the pity for you to survive
And once again because of you I am grieving
If you were here, I would not shed a tear,
As I have already shed them all for you
I would not ever look upon your face
As now all I’d see is shame and disgrace
The word lady and woman you never knew.
I thought you were a loyal and trustworthy lass
And a great mother that was well worth knowing
Now you are not teaching your daughters well
Will they too follow you example and strait to hell
As without change that is where you three are going.
That journey you take you will not go alone
And that happens to be a matter of fact
Along yourself and your girls you also will take
All the sinners and the ones God will forsake
And also the men that kept you upon your back.
If you were dead, I would lay down my head
And sleep in a nice and gentle sleep
As all my nightmare's would be gone
And once again my soul would be just one
And for you, I would never ever weep.
I would wear a smile, upon my face
And again happy thoughts in my my mind and brain
And I would not ever think of you any more
I would forget the words slut, tramp and whore
As God would of cleanse me, with his falling rain.
And that day when your day will finally come
In front of God you will stand alone
He will tell you that you had died
And for your soul no one had cried
And sadly heaven, will never be your home.
I would of mourned, when you were born
If only I knew the type of life that you would live,
With all of your cheating and your lying
Letting your soul starve, and allow its dying
You stole and took, and never would even give.
They say we cannot change who we are
And we will always go back to where we came,
As a cheater, you will also be a cheat
In this life, you will be a liar and full of deceit
You were born in agony and now live in its pain.
The life you have led, has been a hard life on you
You change your looks so from all you can hide
But you are known by your ways if not your name
As everyone knows their scars and remember their pain
And you are my pain, so for you never will I cry.
Randy L. McClave
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Someday
Someday we all shall me tested
As to prove the type of person we became
To see from life what we had ingested
Then to see the prize that we shall claim.
Our characteristics then will be shown
From the acts and deeds that we preformed
Then the life we lived to all will be known
As our soul and destiny will be transformed.
Someday we all shall be tempted
Either by money, sex or even fame
Those demons will not be exempted
And sadly will follow many to their grave.
Many will be allured by the situation
And many will be attracted only by lies
But then many will be led into temptation
And never will know their truth was unwise.
Someday we all shall be remembered
Of the things that we’ve said and done
As our truth to all it will be surrendered
But then as in life our past cant be redone.
Our weakness and strength will be reveled
As inside our soul to GOD and all will see
Nothing can we forget or can be concealed
But then someday, when might that time be.
Randy L. McClave
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