"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.
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was
