Alone in a crowd
Wading through the travel rush...
She's not pretty like most girls
Of course, physically she'd have you entranced...
In the depths of my soul, I beg forgiveness,
For I know not the extent of the hurt I caused...
People called it weird, i called it gift.
I couldn't stay so I went astray...
O’er mountains high, past running stream
Where breezes blow and sun doth beam...
In the tapestry of time, where friendships bloom,
Mes amis, like petals, dispelling life's gloom...
He knelt down to help the flower,
It's purple cup drooping, full of rain...
Story time! Featuring my good friend,
You'll never be able to guess the end...
There are three kinds of people in this world;
Wolves, sheep, and sheep dogs...
I see all of me in you
Blue eyes, fair hair, full lips...
You always wake me up
In the middle of the night...
A mothers love so tender so sweet
So caring and beautiful...