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.
Look into my eyes.
Tell me what you see.
It won't be happy.
It won't be p
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
You're a very special person.
I'm glad that you're my friend,
For when I need a l
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
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
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
