Sea shells
Sea shells
At the beach
I love sea shells
Because they are so great
Written by
BrieAnna age 7
Shooting stars go above the moon
For you too, maybe it’s too soon
It’s okay because we’ll go to bed
I just want to know one thing
One question I have for you
Why do shooting stars go above the moon
Shooting stars go above the moon
Written by my daughter
BrieAnna Age 7
Tell me what you want from me
our words are slim to not many these days
I can not sit and read your mind
I want to hear your words
but you just will not speak
Tell me what is on your mind
Tell me the words that you sit and pray
Tell me what you want from me
I do not know which way to lean
I can hear no sounds but the silent heartbeat of my own
Tell me what it is you need
open up your body, soul and mind
let me hear what you have to say
Open up your heart
that your beat drowns out all the white noise around
tell me what you feel within
Tell me what it is your in search of in me
Tell me what is on your mind
Don’t run away and hide
come with me and take a ride
travel down town with me
sit back, relax
give me a chance
really get to know me
Tell me all your voice has to say
all that you think of me
let me hear you speak your mind
Tell me what you want from me