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.
When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
There once was a monkey in a city's zoo,
who dreamed of the outside sun.
He did l
Sometimes you have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2 am just wi
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
I've fallen in love
with the man of my dreams.
He left all his clues
and
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Life is what we make it.
It cares not what we do.
No matter how we
