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."
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
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I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
