"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
What Do I See In You
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I Am Alone
I waited, and you didn't come.
My Sleeping Angel
my sleeping angel
Getting Over You
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
This Is Giving Up
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
A Thing Called Love
You know the thing... right?
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
My Special Friend For You
God blessed me one sunny day.
Your Path, My Heartbreak
You are blinded by shame
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes: