“Know yourself. Be yourself. Love yourself. Seek goodness and be goodness. Seek beauty and be beauty. Seek love and be love.” ― Bryant McGill, Voice of Reason
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"To Show You My Love" by Mike Schmid
I wanted to write you a song A song you could sing forever And I wanted to rhyme And to bend phrase and time Into something clever But you deserve something better
If I could make all the mountains spell your name And all the old streetcars dance in the rain And promise to hold you for all my days It wouldn't be enough To show you my love
I wanted to write you a verse Of all of the things that I love in you Of your beautiful smile And the truth in your eyes And the way you always knew That you deserved something better
If I could make all the mountains spell your name And all the old streetcars dance in the rain And promise to hold you for all my days It wouldn't be enough To show you my love
And when I'm ugly I know you love me And you know all of me And I wouldn't wish that on anyone
If I could make all the mountains spell your name And all the old streetcars dance in the rain And promise to hold you for all my days It wouldn't be enough To show you my love
There’s a ship out on the ocean, At the mercy of the sea. It’s been tossed about, Lost and broken, Wandering aimlessly. And God somehow you know, That ship is me.
‘Cause there’s a lighthouse, In a harbor, Shining faithfully. Pouring its light out, Across the water. For this sinking soul to see, That someone out there still believes in me.
On a prayer, In a song, I hear your voice, And it keeps me hanging on. Oh, raining down, against the wind. I’m reaching out, ‘Till we reach the circle’s end. When you come back to me again.
There’s a moment, That we all come to. In our own time and in our own space. Where all that we’ve done, We can undo, If our hearts’ in the right place.
On a prayer, In a song, I hear your voice, And it keeps me hanging on. Oh, raining down, against the wind. I’m reaching out, ‘Till we reach the circle’s end. And you come back to me again.
And again I see, My yesterday’s in front of me, Unfolding like a mystery. You’re changing all that is and used to be.
On a prayer, In a song, I hear your voice, And it keeps me hanging on. Oh, raining down, against the wind. I’m reaching out, ‘Till we reach the circle’s end. When you come back to me again.
When you come back to me again.
Happy Birthday My Sweet Love.
"When You Come Back To Me Again" song artist Garth Brooks
"Cheesy Jessica", age 1, Summer of 1998, Hawthorne, Nevada
When you were One, I remember: how soft your hair was how big and gray your eyes were your sweet toddler scent that week you would only eat cheese and bananas how you liked to dance, and twirl your skirt and how much you cherished your brother.