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 like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
