Oh my lonely heart it cries for you each day,i miss the way you feel my heart and all the lonely places,as i walk this world with out you i wonder if its worth it ,its hard to just move on when there's no place to go,ill always remember your blue eyes how i knew you loved me by just looking in to them,as the month and years go bye ill always and forever love you and only you,please help me to move on with my life so my heart can love again i still wonder is there someone out there,or will i always be wanting
heres some lyrics to a song i wrote.............................its called ''josephina''....................lonly hearts who mewet in the night all alone but, its just not right there has to be so much more to love it should'nt have to take a push or a shove it has to be somewhat automatic it has to be more then systematic love, josaphina...... love, josaphina........ all those nights i tried to explain do you love me, or is it all a game? when snow falls and rains welcome spring well you remember my name late at night i often wonder theres never always lightning when theres thunder love, josaphina........... i understand how real it can be when lonlieness is an endless sea your dreams are of love and tenderness and when you think of me do you think of this lovers can often jump the gun when signs ahead say walk, dont run for love, josaphina... {chorus} don't rush the future if the past still gets you down and don't search for warmth of love while standing on frozen ground love, josaphina
let me try that again... ................................................................................................................''josaphina''.......................................................................................................................lonely hearts who meet in the night................................................................................all alone but its just not right.............................................................................there has to be so much more to love......................................................................it should'nt have to take a push or a shove...................................................it has to be somewhat automatic.................it has to be more then systematic..........................love, josaphina......................all those nights i tried to explain..................do you love me or is it all a game................when snow falls and rains welcome spring......................will you remember my name...........late at night i often wonder....................theres never always lightning when theres thunder.............................love, josaphina.......................i understand how real it can be.................when lonelyness is an endless sea..............your dreams are of love and tenderness................and when you think of me do you think of this.....................lovers can often jump the gun..................when signs ahead say walk don't run for.................love, josaphina........................don't rush the future if the past still gets you down..........and don't search for warmth of love while standing on frozen ground........................love, josaphina
Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear And the hurt and the ache of it Find us down here; Life must be what we make of it.
Life is a song; Dance to the thrill of it. Grief's hours are long, And cold is the chill of it. Joy is man's need; Let us smile for the sake of it. This be our creed: Life must be what we make of it.
Life is a soul; The virtue and vice of it, Strife for a goal, And man's strength is the price of it. Your life and mine, The bare bread and the cake of it End in this line: Life must be what we make of it.
somechick: Life Is What We Make It by Edgar A. Guest
Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear And the hurt and the ache of it Find us down here; Life must be what we make of it.
Life is a song; Dance to the thrill of it. Grief's hours are long, And cold is the chill of it. Joy is man's need; Let us smile for the sake of it. This be our creed: Life must be what we make of it.
Life is a soul; The virtue and vice of it, Strife for a goal, And man's strength is the price of it. Your life and mine, The bare bread and the cake of it End in this line: Life must be what we make of it.
....thats awsome...i really did like that....thank you........
I know your life on earth is over But there's a special place in my heart That only you can fill And I think of you quite often When it is quite and still You were kind yet firm And by no means a saint But in my eyes as a child You certainly did fascinate I thought you hung the moon and stars But I only wish I knew your full story For I am sure that in your day You were quite a hell raiser some would say Many things remind me of you And will always make me smile The list could go on and on For perhaps a mile.... Oh, how we cried the day you left us I wish I could see the angels faces When they hear your echoing voice wail Your life has spawned a ripple Of descendants that will never end And we'll pass on your legacy Till in heaven we meet again So go rest high on that mountain Cause your work on earth is done…..
dose the heart always know................... dose the heart always know what it wants or dose it feel your love as you give it,how long dose it take to know if you cant trust the heart,to feel all the love you have to give,should you just jump right in before ya even meet,or just relie on what ya hear,its hard to trust in what you cant see or touch so tell me dose the heart know what it wants, or should i wait to touch you ,and to feel your heart beat next to mine dose the heart know....
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lonely-cry, by aredrose