"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.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
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
There's this subject called chemistry
how it works is a total mystery
it is an at
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
