When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful 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.
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
