"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'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
