A part of me died,
The giorno te left the world.
te had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
te were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved te più than anything,
And te loved me just the same.
te didn't mind, even though te knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
te and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do te still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without te ringing the doorbell.
te were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are te still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift arachide, arachidi Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
The giorno te left the world.
te had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
te were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved te più than anything,
And te loved me just the same.
te didn't mind, even though te knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
te and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do te still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without te ringing the doorbell.
te were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are te still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift arachide, arachidi Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
Hello, my old friend. How are te today? Are te okay? Oh, why am I talking to you? te cannot hear a word I say. Whether I tell te to sit o stay, te can no longer obey. te sleep the giorno away. te don't play fetch anymore. Who cares? I didn't enjoy it anyway. All right, okay, I did enjoy it. I miss those days when te wanted to play. I miss the days when te could hear me. Yet I still talk to you. I'd like to believe, with all my heart, I'd like to believe you're still listening. I'd like to believe te can feel me. te may be gray in the muzzle, and te walk with a limp, and you're half blind, but te still care. I know, I know, and I know that te still Amore me. Do te know I still Amore you?
I dreamed a dream most pleasant,
One that surpasses all dreams.
I saw someone wonderful,
So charming and so sweet.
He stood tall and firm,
Yet his complexion was so gentle.
He spoke in a deep, low voice,
One that was soothing and gentle.
His hair was dark, and it had a red cast,
That was visible when he stood in the sun.
His eyes were a bright green,
So friendly and so cheerful.
Before I could say a word,
I swooned from the excitement.
When I awoke, I was in my bed.
It was all a dream, I concluded,
And maybe I'm meant to be alone.
One that surpasses all dreams.
I saw someone wonderful,
So charming and so sweet.
He stood tall and firm,
Yet his complexion was so gentle.
He spoke in a deep, low voice,
One that was soothing and gentle.
His hair was dark, and it had a red cast,
That was visible when he stood in the sun.
His eyes were a bright green,
So friendly and so cheerful.
Before I could say a word,
I swooned from the excitement.
When I awoke, I was in my bed.
It was all a dream, I concluded,
And maybe I'm meant to be alone.
I'm on the outside,
Looking in, to a world,
I don't truly understand.
Am I in the right era?
Am I with the right crowd?
It seems they're on the inside,
Looking out, at the me,
They don't truly understand.
They are in there,
Mocking me, because I'm different.
I'm out there,
Reaching out to those on the outside,
Looking in.
It let's me know I'm not alone.
I'm not the only one on the outside,
Looking in.
Looking in, to a world,
I don't truly understand.
Am I in the right era?
Am I with the right crowd?
It seems they're on the inside,
Looking out, at the me,
They don't truly understand.
They are in there,
Mocking me, because I'm different.
I'm out there,
Reaching out to those on the outside,
Looking in.
It let's me know I'm not alone.
I'm not the only one on the outside,
Looking in.
People say John was a dreamer,
But I assure te of this;
He was not the only one.
I am a dreamer, too.
He was clear when he told us,
"Imagine all the people,
Living life in peace."
Why aren't people listening?
People want a war so badly,
They can't stand it!
Didn't John tell us,
"Give peace a chance"?
I think his message was clear.
I think he'd be baffled,
If he saw what was going on.
John, I want te to know,
I'm still listening.
Who is with me?
But I assure te of this;
He was not the only one.
I am a dreamer, too.
He was clear when he told us,
"Imagine all the people,
Living life in peace."
Why aren't people listening?
People want a war so badly,
They can't stand it!
Didn't John tell us,
"Give peace a chance"?
I think his message was clear.
I think he'd be baffled,
If he saw what was going on.
John, I want te to know,
I'm still listening.
Who is with me?
Weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
They may look unsightly,
But they're amazing once they blossom.
They're often judged da their looks,
But take them seriously.
They're great once te know them.
I know I'm not a daisy,
A tulip, o a rose.
I may not be attractive,
But I'm pretty nice.
Don't judge what te don't know.
Yes, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them.
I guarantee te won't regret it.
Just give them a chance.
They may look unsightly,
But they're amazing once they blossom.
They're often judged da their looks,
But take them seriously.
They're great once te know them.
I know I'm not a daisy,
A tulip, o a rose.
I may not be attractive,
But I'm pretty nice.
Don't judge what te don't know.
Yes, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them.
I guarantee te won't regret it.