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."
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
