Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you
Silly girl
Take a good look around you

So, to keep tongues from wagging,
I laugh when I'm crying, bitterly
And gaily sing when my heart is sad.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose

She wore a new "terra-cotta" dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.
Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,
And the glass that had screened out forms before
Flew up, and out she sprung to her door:
I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted a minute more.

May the sun bring you new energies by day,
may the moon softly restore you by night,
may the rain wash away any worries you may have.
May gentle breezes refresh your soul. . .
And, all the days of your life,
may you walk gently through the world and know its beauty.

Somewhere, there is someone
who dreams of your smile,
and finds in your presence
that life is worthwhile.
So when you are lonely,
remember it's true,
That somebody, somewhere,
is thinking of you.

I understand all your doubts and fears
of laying your heart on the line
but aren't you afraid of just throwing away
a love like yours and mine?

Out of a world of laughter
Suddenly I am sad. . .
Day and night it haunts me,
The kiss I never had.

Thought I knew he loves me,
Tonight my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

And have you traveled very far?
Far as the eye can see.
How often have you been there?
Often enough to know.
What did you see when you were there?
Nothing that doesn't show.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half so bad
if it isn't you.

Love wasn't put in your heart to stay.
Love isn't love til you give it away.

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

I never thought you'd hurt me
I guess you live and learn
That when you're playing with fire you're bound to get burned
I've been mistreated, I've been used before
I get kicked in the face, still I come back for more

Daylight fading
Come and waste another year
All the anger and the eloquence are bleeding into fear
Moonlight creeping around the corners of our lawn
When we see the early signs that daylight's fading
We leave just before it's gone

Every night I say a prayer in the hopes that there's a heaven
Everyday I'm more confused, as the saints turn into sinners
All the heroes and legends I knew as a child have turned into idols of clay
And I feel this empty place inside, so afraid that I've lost my way

Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burnt gasoline
It kept his motor running, but it never kept him clean
They say he loved adventure, Ricky's the wild one
He married trouble had a courtship with a gun
Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, the party never ends
You can't think of dying when that bottle's your best friend
"Accidents will happen," they all heard Ricky say
He fired his six-shot to the wind
That child blew a child away

To see a world in a grain of sand
and heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palms of your hand
and eternity in an hour
Love is a word that is constantly heard,
Hate is a word that is not.
Love, I am told, is more precious than gold.
Love, I have read, is hot.
But hate is the verb that to me is superb,
And Love but a drug on the mart.
Any kiddie in school can love like a fool,
But Hating, my boy, is an Art.