It is a cool and breezy night—the… Caressing her ears. Her heart yea… He’s the most beautiful man she’s… He is strong and gentle, all at on… His lips, so tender, steal her bre…

As a petal of a flower floats in t… They wonder where it is going, and… It has its own special destiny, Its own special future. But where it ends up,

Look at her so high, so high, She has reached the sky! She jumped on a cloud where it was… And, of course, she holds on with… Her swing is down there, and what…

Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?

Before the sun rises, Grandpa and he take a long walk. They walk over mountains, and vall… They walk and walk. Until they reach a pond filled wit…

To look upon crystal blue skies, And see beyond with childlike eyes… To feel the joy with heart, wide o… And to lovingly employ that which… To know the power that is given to…

You are the life blood of her livi… The breath she breathes each day. The sunshine of her sorrows. The rainbow of her cloudy days. Her darling there is none like you…

Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins

Listen... To the sounds of the children’s la… Echoing in the distance. Little boy on the bench, why are y… With tears in your eyes?

He will always be there When you need someone to care. He will always be there When you are in despair. He will always be there

You are her younger brother, Like you there is no other. They grew up having lots of fun, She regrets those days are done. It’s sad that childhood can’t last…

She was a lost rose She wonders where she’ll end up She hears voices within She sees bright days and rainy one… She wants to be somebody

Kind words can wipe away a tear Softly spoken will erase fears Kind words can heal the wounds Gently and patiently said—morning… Kind words are a blessing to the b…

Grandpa is a cockeyed, potlickin’… Who’d rather be working at shearin… Than sit and lounge around all day… Until the stars come out and play. And his stories, every one is true…

Standing alone, Tall and proud A dew drop trickles across her bro… Lithely bending to the breeze, But never falling to her knees.