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.
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
