She has a colorful collection of shooting stars
In a box underneath her bed
Pulling them out in the middle of night
Letting their wonder fill her head

As they playfully bounce off the walls
She's the center of her galaxy
Until from down the hall she hears her mother call out
She quickly packs them away then drifts off to sleep

I’ll miss your lovely singing voice
bristling with charm;
opposite of clarion call,
antithesis of alarm.

Joni's " The Circle Game"

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game *

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game *

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

And go round and round and round
In the circle game。。。。。。

But I'll correct the **** out of their grammar.

I am a sinner, born of lust. I am not a saint, in that you can trust. From the moment that I became flesh and breathed in air, I was stained with sin from beginning until I cried. I live in a mortal vessel, I am as all men. I am prone to weakness and fear. I am never without sin. Only in the spirit can I achieve a state of grace, but for the most part I am a sinner each and every day.