Just a little thing like the sun coming out can bring a ray of hope into your life, and make you believe that everything is going to be ok.
Waking up early is truly a pleasur… The gift of life cannot be measure… The birds are singing their songs… Life is a beautiful display. Looking out at the morning light,
Be my always, be my everything, As I give to you this ring. Let’s stay together always, and to each other cling. Be my always, be my everything,
When life gets hard to bear, just… Know that someone cares, just liv… Don’t give up, please don’t give i… your troubled days will end. Pleas… give up my friend, just live on.
All the birds in song, My dear one now is resting, finally asleep. Night seems very long, because I am so restless,
Poetry isn’t just words, we write because they rhyme, Poetry comes from living, from experience through time. Those thoughts from the heart,
Babies really steal your heart, make you feel all torn apart. When they laugh you feel the joy, from the baby girl or boy. They always seem to bring a smile,
Why do I feel this way? I’m seeki… I’m kneeling down to pray in searc… Why do I feel this way? so hungry… the things I know you really want… Why do I feel this way?
A lady stole my wallet, while I was in the store. but they caught up with the lady, before she got out the door. They saw it all on the monitor,
Gosh! has it ever really been this… as I think back, I really think n… Heatwave number 1,2,3,4,5 All I can say is it’s good to be… Don’t want to go out cause it’s to…
They crucified our Lord, And laid Him in a Tomb, but He won the Victory, Over all His mortal wombs. Only one can claim such Vict’ry,
If we look beyond our troubles If we search beyond our pain We’ll find Joy. If we press beyond our heartaches Rejoice, and not complain
In the darkness of the night, there are those who keep a watch, and patrol our cities streets from day to day. Their our heroes the police,
Write, write, write, all day long, Maybe a poem, maybe a song. As soon as I put my pencil away There’s something else that I nee… Sometimes I ask, why must we writ…
I walk in freedom, and I can see, how blessed I am to be so free, the sun is shining down on me, as I go on my way. Taking a walk I’m very pleased,
Growing tall and sleek, smart and talented, but meek, That’s my Asia girl. I have seen her climb, working hard so many times,