"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Have you ever met someone you think about
every night and every day,
someone so b
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
You tell me you love me
but call her just as soon
I feel like in this game I can'
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
