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!
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
No other friend is quite like you.
No other friend could do exactly what you do.
Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,
But what if they are a true reflection of what's i
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I once applied for a life online
Sadly, however, I was declined
They told me I wa
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
