We lived in a 
trailer park and listened to Jane's 
Addiction on cassette.

Everything's under
this blanket of winter. Cold, 
grey and far away.

The cat she likes to 
snuggle more in this cold dark
and I like it too.

The sun's cold grey rays
these days leave us early for 
the cold shade of night.

No idea's so 
perfect it should be set in stone, 
but written in sand.

I can't find the words. 
I've searched and searched in vain and
nothing. There's none there.

I've known him so long,
yet I can't stand near him without 
needing his kiss.

I'll walk beside you
through every heartache, every
joy, each sigh, each tear.

The moon had that star
near it like a beauty mark 
on a lady's face.

She writes about her
London the way I reminisce 
about New York.

It was cold, then the 
sun came and warmed us and the 
birds began to sing.

"You help me sing my 
song. You right me when I'm wrong.
Maybe I'm amazed..." 
                                    -Paul McCartney

The season had 
painted the trees and weeds of my 
youth a frosty shade. 

You are not good and 
you are not bad, but you are
both all together.

The child squealed with 
delight. She said aloud what 
we were all thinking. 

With those knowing eyes 
she was not a baby, but 
a little woman.

When he said, "Be the
change you want to see in the 
world" he was right.

"I bless the rains down
in Africa. I bless the rains 
down in Africa." 
                               -Toto

"Death cannot stop true
love. All it can do is delay
it for awhile."
                         -Westley

You danced with me. I 
didn't know you would and I
stand here smiling still.