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.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
