You always will need,
A welcoming, helping hand...

I watched,
Silent as a mouse...

I love the world for what it is,
Better for giving...

I brought my mother some chocolates,
I brought her some flowers...

The clouds are turning dark,
The wind is blowing too...

Hope is singing to me,
The wind hear's my call...

I saw her watching,
The birds in the hair...

My feelings are just junk to you,
You think so...

The old poet at the desk,
Had sat there 80 years...

Two minds alike,
Two trees tall...

Daisies are so baby,*
Cute, short and sweet...

Beautiful stars, waiting to be found,
Beautiful music, and beautiful sound...