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
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Her long black hair blowing in the wind
I slowly kiss her soft black skin
The way
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
It's only through mistakes we make
We learn where we went wrong.
It's only when w
Friends indeed,
Together we will succeed.
Our dreams will come true,
Fore
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
