A child blowing bubbles in a field,
O, how curious you are as you grow,
How you use your innocence as a shield,
Hiding the bruises upon your elbow.
You're a rather passionate consort,
A coquettish...
If only we had met before
Before the earth separated us so
Before the cluster which future yet has in store
If only this happened before I had to go
Even now you’re only a line away
A toss across a room
Oh how much I wi...
Look beyond the peaks they would say
Behind whispering winds so
Beyond the heights of ego
And past the rivers of pride
Through the painful rolling tide
They always used to say
Love thy father and take care of him in his d...
When panic lives inside your soul
And it dwells and never leaves
Burrows into your heart and makes it shake and tremble
Like unsteady hands on a river bank of despair
Waiting to pull you into the current of sorrow...
I’d definitely make a better astronaut than you
when the stars and the celestials of elegance
call my name along the Milky Way
galaxies overhead will call to me in unison
I know that when I explore the cosmos...
As you walked in the valley
Past the hilltops of ash
Over the hot coals of burden
And through the fires of spite
The soul burned from beneath you
But was replaced and healed
So that when the wretched ic...
If I had a bag of dream dust
I’d try to spread it around the world on a gust
I’d make clouds of splendid elegance
And finally learn how to dance
Because if I had a bag of dream dust
I’d fly to my past ...
Would I love the rain without you?
And the pitter-patter of drops on my window,
And the black clouds,
And the crisp cold,
And the warm indoors,
And the nights spent cuddled on the couch,
The rain soothing us to sleep,
And th...
Would I be without pain?
And hunger and malice
And carnage of man
And insatiable yearning for purpose
And piercing light of dawn
And desperation and heat
And loneliness
And mortal questions left unanswered
And...
Everyone has a seed of happiness
The seed is planted when we are conceived
What can water this seed but tenderness
Can tenderness stop the opposite seed
What makes happiness inalienable
Is it the sound of a baby’s fir...
