Should I tell you how I feel?
Can I ever make you mine...

Once there was a boy named Noah
Who went out to play...

I can't describe the feeling
That comes over me each night...

I cannot rearrange the stars
Or frost the eaves in May...

The rain has stopped.
The sidewalk has ended...

I hate it when you look at her
And never notice me...

I am not myself.
Haven't been for quite some time...

These are the moments that matter,
When you’re down and almost out...

I'm tired
But I can't fall asleep...

He walked through the door
And the room fell silent...

I see her growing weaker.
She cannot bear much more...

Each day I take a few moments
To sit outside on my porch...