Once there was a boy who never
Tore his clothes, or hardly ever,
Never made his sister mad,
Never whipped for bein' bad,
Never scolded by his Ma,
Never frowned at by his Pa,
Always fit for folks to see,
Always good as good could be.
This good little boy from Heaven,
So I'm told, was only seven,
Yet he never shed real tears
When his mother scrubbed his ears,
An' at times when he was dressed
Fer a party, in his best,
He was careful of his shirt
Not to get it smeared with dirt.
So much thrown at me,
And up against a wall
I feel like I've spent my life,
Because She Was My Best Friend
Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we'd never be shy.
How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart.
How do I find hop
When our eyes met
for the very first time,
I knew it was you
to clear my
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
Love is like a bicycle
Left out in the storm
If it's not protected
Rust b
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
I know how it is to need money--
As much as I can get;
My teenager goes to the ma
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
I met you as a stranger, then took you as my friend.
Our friendship is something that wil
