I believe in miracles,
and dreams that will come true,
I believe in tender moments,
and friendship through and through.
I believe in stardust,
and moonbeams all aglow,
I believe there's magic,
and more than we know.
I believe in reaching out,
and touching from the heart,
I believe that if we touch,
a gift we can impart.
I believe that if you cry,
Your tears are not in vain,
and when your sad and lonely,
Others will know your pain.
I believe that if we laugh,
a sparkle starts to shine,
and I know that spark will spread,
From more hearts than just mine.
I believe that hidden,
In the quiet of the night,
there are magic moths and gypsies,
a fairy and a sprite.
I believe that if you dance,
The dances of your heart,
the greater happiness you will find,
a brand new way to start.
I believe the gifts you have,
are there for you to share,
and when you give them from the heart,
the whole world knows you care.
I believe that if you give,
even just to one,
that gift will grow in magnitude,
before the day is done.
I believe that comfort comes,
from giving part of me,
and if I share with others,
there's more for all to see.
I believe that love is still,
the greatest gift of all,
and when it's given from the heart,
then none of us will fall.
Missy and Cheeks
You told me you loved me,
I wish it were true,
You told me you missed me,
I missed you too.
When you walked out the door,
I started to cry,
You just kept walking,
Didn't even say goodbye.
Now your back
it isn't the same,
With me it was real,
with you, just a game.
It's true,
I once loved you,
But that was before,
Now you say you love me,
but it doesn't matter anymore.
I died,
I died over you,
I thought it was over,
You thought it was too.
I died in sadness,
I died in despair,
and now I find out,
You really did care.
REGINA
I walk along this lonely road,
A path I choose,
to walk alone.
There is no life here,
all but me is dead.
I walk along,
bowing my head.
The road is cold,
and very dark,
The smell of death,
is life's only mark.
How did I get here?
What happened in my life?
My soul feels so empty,
I don't think I can fight.
My face, it is swollen,
stained with so many tears,
My age is showing,
from all those saddened years.
I want to cry out,
but it's my life I fear,
I don't want to go back,
nor do I want to stay here.
I walk along,
till I come to a fork in the road,
On one side there is death,
the other a beautiful rose.
I'm so confused,
Which road do I choose?
Life or death?
In my old life,
I would lose.
I see a shadow of a man,
on the life path.
As he comes closer,
I see that this man is not sad.
He is smiling,
a face I now see,
A face full of hope,
and a promise of life,
This face belongs to me.
Shirley B. Hern
