Regretting the past
Often will also make you...

This is a story about Beth and Bob
She was his princess and he her heartthrob...

While standing all day
I feel the weight on my feet...

I close my eyes to try to sleep
But even with counting sheep...

All alone as I'm sitting here
We've crossed the final bridge...

It's not just the miles that you might travel
But the sights that you visit in between...

Often daunting when you lie and try to go to sleep
Thoughts hidden in your mind, now will tend to...

Rain sounds soothing but
Nature's orchestra will play...

You know it's really sad
That you say we can't be friends...

I was clearing up my garden
As last night there was a storm...

He started off low
But his ambitions were high...

Storms faced as a child
I'd count the seconds between...