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 know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Life and death; without one there cannot be the other.
For some, it's short, but they liv
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
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
You sing,
I smile,
"I get a kick out of you,"
You sing still,
And
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.
A sparkling flame uploading your name
I had no time for a foolish game
<I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
In the night
I hear your voice,
but try to fight
to keep my noise.
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