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!
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless
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 — but
My pain and misery fall from the sky
So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
