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.
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
There's this little thing called friendship.
I experience it every day,
And I wil
Where gilded autumn dazzles hazy morning
And golden leaves sprinkle on marigold bea
Because She Was My Best Friend
Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we'd never be shy.
So many people live around you,
But not all get close to your heart.
Some become
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whe
I shuffled down the hallway
Trying to stay out of view
Peeking down the walkway
