Happy Thoughts

Pixie dust and a happy thought can make you fly...

Remember Peter Pan? I do not know what it was I thought I lost the past few days(or has it been weeks, months, even?), the happy thoughts, or pixie dust which magically transforms a happy thought and gives you the freedom to fly. Whatever, I thought I'd lost it, never to be regained again.

Then one night I found myself grinning that silly grin. You know how that is, you smile for no apparent reason why. People ask, and you can only say, "I don't know..", feign ignorance. But of course you know. Deep within you, you know what caused that silly grin, but darn if you'll tell. It's your little secret.

You've found a happy thought.

Well, I have found it, a happy thought. And it has made me smile. I reckon it is not THE HAPPY THOUGHT, but for now, it makes me smile..

What say you, Peter Pan, think we can fly one more time?

april fool

Went singing with my sis the last weekend. It was cool...we just picked out any song from the list and went on belting it out. That was how I rediscovered this song. It was so wrong for my voice, but the more I sang it, the more I realized it was my song..especially that line about sleep..it's sooo me.. so let's sing...


Wildflower

She's faced the hardest times you could imagine
And many times her eyes fought back the tears
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders
bore the weight of all her fears
And a sorrow no one hears
still rings in midnight silence in her ears

Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

And if by chance I should hold her
Let me hold her for the time
But if allowed just one possession
I would pick her from the garden to be mine.

Be careful how you touch her for she'll awaken
And sleep's the only freedom that she knows
And when you walk into her eyes you won't believe
The way she's always paying
for debts she never owes
And a silent wind still blows
that only she can hear and so she goes

Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild