After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
