This poem is dedicated to all the children at...
if children live with criticism...
It happened when she three
and it was her first day of school...
My love's not blond
my love's not brown...
I see what the beauty my heart brings me,
A song so sweet my lips can’t contain...
As I make my way to school each day
And see the children skip and play...
As I make my way to school each day
And see the children skip and play...
I see what the beauty my heart brings me,
A song so sweet my lips can’t contain...
My love's not blond
my love's not brown...
It happened when she three
and it was her first day of school...
This poem is dedicated to all the children at...
if children live with criticism...
I have a secret |
I am in love with a man that i have never seen, never spoken to or even heard of. |
Everytime i see you, i see my heart floating to heaven on gods wings, and feel nothing but my everyday thoughts of you running in my mind like the race of life. |