Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.
The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.
I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
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
