I'm a piece of literature
That no one comes to read...

I'm unique in design
And I vary in size...

I'm on a midnight run
Across the Milky Way...

It's played by many people
From all over the World...

Oh Gentle Wind
That blows the leaves...

I stare out my bug free window
My view of this fast paced World...

Cinderella
she lost her...

God don't like Hondas
Thoughts of yonder...

The Bible tells us a story
About a baby named Jesus...

God wears a construction belt
But it only contains one tool...

All those great colors
God can supply...

It's the reason the World goes around,
And why smiles are no longer frowns...