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."
In The Shadow Of Your Warm Love
In the shadow of your warm love
I feel so safe and secure,
And your soft, caring
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
A person who will listen and not condemn,
Someone on whom you can depend.
They wi
