The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
I’m going to be famous!
I’m going to be great!
For every award
<I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.
If only
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<There's this little thing called friendship.
I experience it every day,
And I wil
Although I speak about you so much,
Although everyone can see it,
I would never a
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
