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.
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
A person who will listen and not condemn,
Someone on whom you can depend.
They wi
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
I wanna start fresh...
and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,<
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
No more shaking hands.
Don't touch your face.
Never stand too close
In a
