In the early spring when flowers bloom the daffodils dance by the light of the moon Their time is short yet dance with glee for the night can’t own them and they will always be children of a rising sun
If one could receive a penny for every moment spent in self-indulgent worry one might become rich But, would quite probably trade all that wealth away for all the good times lost between faith, family, and friends
He stares from across the room Mad for every bashful lash of her eyes Every ungraceful turn and near stumble Each uncomfortable moment makes it abundantly clear that she must be rescued from the brute force of all this mockery So, tonight he rides as the knight she thought would never come
My tears held back are so heavy in my eyes that I could cry and cry I would if to make my heart light again and these eyes see again the glorious rainbows lit by the sun
The sudden demise of a few relatives left him shaken and horrified at the discovery that in addition to all it's inherited weaknesses death too runs in the family
He's singing in the rain and feeling no pain He knows it's insane but, he's drinking again Up high on a cloud He's obnoxious and loud dancing and singing in the rain