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."
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
Love is like a bicycle
Left out in the storm
If it's not protected
Rust b
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
I remember when I was small and cool,
I was always playing truant from school.
My
