When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
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
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
