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.
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
