When we feel we have nothing left to give And we are sure that the song has ended When our day seems over and the shadows fall And the darkness of night has descended. Where can we go to find the strength To valiantly keep on trying, Where can we

Around the corner I have a friend In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone And I never see my old friend’s face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He

When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, The lips may beguile, With a dimple or smile, But the test of affection’s a Tear Too oft is a smile But the hypocrite’s wile, To mask detestation, or fear; Give me the soft sigh, Whilst

All honor to him who shall win the prize,” The world has cried for a thousand years; But to him who tries, and who fails and dies, I give great honor and glory and tears; Give glory and honor and pitiful tears To all who fail in their deeds sublime;

I’m thankful for the beautiful people in the world like you. Beautiful faces are those that wear a friendly smile that say, “I care.” Beautiful eyes are those that show, the kindness and warmth that glows below. Beautiful lips utter kindly words that so the the soul like the songs

Whatever our hands touch— We leave fingerprints! On walls, on furniture, On doorknobs, dishes, books, As we touch we leave our identity. Oh please where ever I go today, Help me leave heartprints! Heartprints of compassion Of understanding and love. Heartprints of kindness and genuine concern. May my heart touch

A traveler on a dusty road Strewed acorns on the lea; And one took root and sprouted up And grew into a tree. Love sought its shade at evening time, To breathe its early vows; And age was pleased, in heights of noon, To bask beneath its boughs. The dormouse

How often we wish for another chance to make a fresh beginning. A chance to blot out our mistakes And change failure into winning. It does not take a new day To make a brand new start, It only takes a deep desire To try with all our heart. To

So he died for his faith. That is fine– More than most of us do. But stay, can you add to that line That he lived for it, too? In death he bore witness at last As a martyr to truth. Did his life do the same in the past

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it, And it

The words that were spoken, they tore at my soul, They pierced my spirit and left a gapping hole. The world could not see what had transpired My heart was the covering when the deed expired. Everywhere I traveled the words they came to me A reminder of the day

Say! Let’s forget it! Let’s put it aside! Life is so large and the world is so wide. Days are so short and there’s so much to do, What if it was false–there’s plenty that’s true. Say! Let’s forget it! Let’s brush it away Now and forever, so what do