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."
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
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
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
A wish for lots of birthday fun
To last until the day is done.
Hoping that all yo
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
