Words may be trite And they are overused But, we take them to heart We put them to good use We put our best foot forward And we give it our best We never give up hope We strive for excellence
. It is cold on the dark side of the Sun. There is no heat, not even in a thousand summers. There is no light, not even at the end of a tunnel. Because on the dark side there is No Sun, not even in a billion Stars.
The flames of failing stars Strike not an inch Across my heart For I have lost my sense of pain In sunflower smiles All that is Swirls in intricate dance As I fall through the laughter Of what must be a billion Golden days, But no Just this single moment