When you walk through driving rain,
Or bravely through the eye of a hurricane;
When you turn your back on selfishness,
And your thoughts are for someone else;
It's Love
When you know it was always meant to be,
Forever doesn't seem long enough.
When your heart insists to give it your all;
When you no longer fear, just fall ;
It's Love
When the past is dead and gone;
When fate leads you to someone,
Who holds your soul;
When pleasing them is your only goal;
It's Love.
Fate brought me to this foreign place;
To gaze upon your smiling face.
To spoil you and fill your every need
I only hope I can succeed.
It's Love.
I was, was I?
What kind of fool would love you
What kind of man would he be
all I can tell you, dear
it may be another, but not me
What kind of fool would hold you
What kind of man would he be
All I can say right now, woman
it may be someone, but not me
What kind of man would love you
What kind of fool is he
I guess he may be the same
as the fool I used to be.
I wonder
Walking down the placid street
with no one but a tree to meet
no children's little running feet
not even an occasional breeze to greet
I wonder.
No baseballs flying through the air
my mind meandering without a care
clouds hiding the sun's blinding glare
can I see nothing but love out there?
I wonder.
Walking down this quiet road
bees humming in secret code
watching an ant pulling a heavy load
then, slowly walk back down the road
I wonder.
Live
Lakes and streams
and mountains high
when you're alone
still make you cry
People are wandering
to and Fro
you just sit
with no where to go
But you must get up
and look around
pick up your spirits
from the dusty ground
walk and sing
and be alive
learn how to live
not just survive
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