It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
Never give up,
Never give in.
Move onward and upward with strength from within.
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
In life, some people will hurt us and cause us pain,
but we must learn to forgive and for
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
I'm living in my little world.
I'm happy there, it's okay.
It's much more fun tha
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
