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."
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
