Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And it isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
In the night
I hear your voice,
but try to fight
to keep my noise.
<My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
No words could ever tell you,
No action could express
The way I feel about you.
We are always by each other, never leaving.
We are best friends, never dece
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
Dear friend, let me say
something on this special day
Though we are far apart,
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
