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.♥
Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain