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."
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
I've loved you since I met you,
Though there's nothing I can do.
You've hurt my f
