"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 sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
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
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
