My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night that sounds a lot like thunder.
We don't live near the seashore, but almost every morn
I'm awakened by a noise that sounds like a foghorn.
It's louder than the sound of barking dogs at night
Or a fireworks explosion that lights the sky real bright.
A chainsaw cutting logs doesn't make as much din,
Nor did the wall coming down way over in Berlin.
A jet plane at takeoff will get your attention quick,
As will a jackhammer engaged in busting up some brick.
But neither equals the clamor from Mom and Dad's bedroom,
Worse than a stick of dynamite at the moment of KABOOM!
At last, I figured out the source of all the raucous roaring.
It was only good old Dad engaging in some snoring
Mom says: "I don't mind; it's a Godsend
That all that wind isn't coming out the other end."
The Mirror
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
I'll Be There
I'll be there for you no matter what.
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
I Couldn't Pretend
Friends indeed,
Finding Hope
I've envied the people around me
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
The Mirror
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
Love Coming..
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
If You Believe
When your mind is set
If Only She Knew
She has a special way