Two old friends met on the street,
Hadn't talked in many a year;
"How's your family,?" asked this dear old friend,
"I'd really like to hear."
"George has a Master's in literature,"
The other said, with pride,
"And Mary's a grad in modern art,
Her career she has yet to decide."
"And How's Willy," the first friend kindly asked,
While the other displayed defeat;
"Oh, Willy's a plumber," she sighed, hanging her head,
"But wit
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Take me back to those simpler times
When all I sang were nursery rhymes,
When ste
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
