A part of me died,
The hari anda left the world.
anda had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
anda were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved anda lebih than anything,
And anda loved me just the same.
anda didn't mind, even though anda 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.
anda and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do anda still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without anda ringing the doorbell.
anda were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are anda still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift kacang Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
The hari anda left the world.
anda had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
anda were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved anda lebih than anything,
And anda loved me just the same.
anda didn't mind, even though anda 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.
anda and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do anda still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without anda ringing the doorbell.
anda were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are anda still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift kacang 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 anda today? Are anda okay? Oh, why am I talking to you? anda cannot hear a word I say. Whether I tell anda to sit atau stay, anda can no longer obey. anda sleep the hari away. anda 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 anda wanted to play. I miss the days when anda 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 anda can feel me. anda may be gray in the muzzle, and anda walk with a limp, and you're half blind, but anda still care. I know, I know, and I know that anda still cinta me. Do anda know I still cinta 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 anda 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 anda to know,
I'm still listening.
Who is with me?
But I assure anda 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 anda to know,
I'm still listening.
Who is with me?