My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night that sounds a lot like thunder.
We don't live near the seashore, but almost every morn
I'm awakened by a noise that sounds like a foghorn.
It's louder than the sound of barking dogs at night
Or a fireworks explosion that lights the sky real bright.
A chainsaw cutting logs doesn't make as much din,
Nor did the wall coming down way over in Berlin.
A jet plane at takeoff will get your attention quick,
As will a jackhammer engaged in busting up some brick.
But neither equals the clamor from Mom and Dad's bedroom,
Worse than a stick of dynamite at the moment of KABOOM!
At last, I figured out the source of all the raucous roaring.
It was only good old Dad engaging in some snoring
Mom says: "I don't mind; it's a Godsend
That all that wind isn't coming out the other end."
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
<For me, life is a struggle.
It's an impossible reality every single day.
I try to
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
