When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Love is like a bicycle
Left out in the storm
If it's not protected
Rust b
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Larry came into my bar
Every day to drink two beers.
"My brother’s death; o
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
your eyes are so dreamy
your lips are so soft
your body is so lovely
why
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I w
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
