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
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
