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.
Life and death; without one there cannot be the other.
For some, it's short, but they liv
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
Why Can't People See The Real Me?
Why?
Why can't people see the real me?
I try so hard to be the perfect person I c
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
Water the seed, and a plant will grow.
Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.
Give
You make me laugh and smile
when I need a cry, even if it's only for a little while.
