There is someone’s sad song In each lonely heartache, There is some kind of beauty In a face stained with tears. There is someone for each one
A Waltz In The Air In the mist she dances in the garden He sees her in the fog, now and then.
Words for the living Were solemnly said, As each coffin passed Housing it’s dead, “It is hard to be born
What the mind conceives of books a… And visions conjured deep in cloud Shall never fetch the love of fait… 'though love shall speak of faith… Mystic dreams can melt from parabl…
Somewhere deep within the mellow, casted shadows, deep and shallow, swirling round her rose-drop eyes and flying high in fullmoon skies. Too many angles touch the dust
The breezes carried the scent of h… To the nose, to the nostrils, of t… And she bounded for the trees, wit… Right past the cows and the sway-b… She dined with them, daily, near t…
There is a shadowy figure on the w… On this early Christmas morning And it moves with the stealth of… Darting and dashing, without warni… The mall is closed, it’s too late…
“Call It Stormy Monday” Down on “Jericho Road” But they say, "“I got a Secret”, And it’s a “Comfort to the soul”.… The “Big Boss Man” plays the “Bl…
Politics is not my favorite thing And candidates can leave me feelin… With the lesser of two evils, you… It’s like choosing, Elmer Fudd or… He says that he’s a business man,…
She says she always falls For the wrong kind And she has cried foolish tears For every one. “My choices will be different,
They wanted to know If I’d tasted the Rye When they asked for the truth With a wink of an eye. “Tell us your story,
Rain Clouds say, “Bye-Bye,” as a Rainbow spans the sky, and I sigh, “Oh my.” *** JEF Oceans begin with a single drop of water,
She said that she had walked among… But I see no flowers in the field… She said that she had heard a Rob… But I’ve never see a Robin on thi… She said that Aunty Lou had come…
Some pray and ask for miracles, {But you do them every day}, They seem to think that you should… Some mountain ... pass away. All the proof is in your deeds,
To slip away One summer morning To just disappear Without warning To find a place