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.
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
What Your Friendship Means To Me
your friendship means the world to me
I've never met someone else like you
you me
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
when you went away my world turned cold and gray.
when you wanted to leave I begged you t
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
Baby, I guess it was never meant to be.
I miss what we used to be,
but baby, can'
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
