There are moments in our life we'll always treasure.
Tiny fragments from our past, remembered pleasure.
Maybe it will be a song somebody sings,
Or the fragrance of a rose, a memory brings.
Somewhere in the background of our mind
Comes reflections of the love we left behind.
Though it's nice to think of days that brought us gladness,
Yet we can't escape the ones that brought us sadness.
Still, would we fully understand another's pain
Unless sometime within our lives we'd felt the same?
The dust of time drifts softly through the years.
Just to read our book of life may bring forth tears.
For seldom does one live a lifetime through
Without regretting things they did or did not do.
Yet would we want to live without it all?
For we're a part of everything that we recall.
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Sit up straight, speak with grace
Be a lady, fashionably late.
Always walk tall,
