On My Way May winds blow on my back And push my sails onward To shore where lies that shack With roses on its yard The home of Lady Love My angel from above
While plodding down the road, I pray: That I would pass a wishing well, Or that black cats would shun my way, Or that I see those lights that fell, So I could ask a shooting star Of guiding me to where you are;
It augurs ill, and seems of prospects bleak, If on my way, a hearse passes me by, Or should to pieces, I, a mirror break, But luck, to find a four-leaf clover lie,
And of ladders I know, Never to walk on space below.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.
There is a woman I love, I call her my sister We spent only two years, little time together Yet, as the time passed we grew closer On the first day in hostel, a late night conversation Soon turned into