A Dangerous Book
A book is not important
It is a rectangle on a shelf.
But a story is full of questions
Things I whisper to myself.
A story is full of magic
And things that hiss and bite.
But if you delve deeper
You'll see things darker than night.
A heart full of darkness
A claw sharper than a knife.
A see those beady eyes,
Then I run for my life.
But these dangers are just stories
Things I cannot touch.
And a story is inside a book
And I know I've read too much.
A book is nothing at all
Just another useless thing.
But never forget the stories
And the dangers that they bring.
Everyone. Everywhere.
Everyone is different
Yet everyone is the same.
Everywhere is somewhere
It is from whence we came.
Nobody is Everyone
We are all ourselves.
Nowhere is Everywhere
We're all books on shelves.
All can sing this song
But no one sings it the same
For we are all different
As is where we came.
We can sing this song.
We can dance this dance.
But our greatest differences
Happened just by chance.
Flowing Through Life
Life is like a waterfall
It continues on and on.
Sometimes there may be drops
Falls that make you cry.
But the best that you can do
Is continue to try.
If life takes a drop
You shouldn't stop.
Continue to flow
You'll know where to go.
And remember always
The water glows.
And no matter where you find yourself
You'll continue to grow.
Fallen Starlight
I look to the sky, but it is black.
I here something behind me
But don't turn back.
I am alone in this world
Until I see
The glimmer of light
Behind the tree.
She is meek and small
And not very tall
But when she turns
I hear her call.
The sound is sweet
And loud and clear
But it's full of sorrow
To my ear.
I know now why the sky is dark
Why I can't hear a
single dog bark.
She is a stranger here
And now I know,
Why the lights all disappear.
She is full of sadness
She is so bright.
For she is the girl
Made of Fallen Starlight.