Post by morningstar on Feb 20, 2010 20:01:22 GMT -5
There's nothing like the smile of a child lost in play
for they know so well the truth
that there's no day like today -
to live your life and dream your dreams
and laugh until you cry
To live within a realm
where Superman can really fly.
And if you're quiet
you may spot an elf along the way
they live within the garden
or that big ole' bale of hay
And Grandpa's voice is all you need
to stop the tears you cry -
It makes you close your cyes
with a sleepy golden sigh.
Upon a bed of clouds
you rest your little head tonight,
falling gently into slumber
till the morning's sweet sunlight.
For when you wake the day begins
so fresh and pure and new -
Like the sweetness of the meadow's grass
all covered in the dew.
And born upon each moment
within time's eternal space
is the joy of your own destiniy
that shines upon your face.
for they know so well the truth
that there's no day like today -
to live your life and dream your dreams
and laugh until you cry
To live within a realm
where Superman can really fly.
And if you're quiet
you may spot an elf along the way
they live within the garden
or that big ole' bale of hay
And Grandpa's voice is all you need
to stop the tears you cry -
It makes you close your cyes
with a sleepy golden sigh.
Upon a bed of clouds
you rest your little head tonight,
falling gently into slumber
till the morning's sweet sunlight.
For when you wake the day begins
so fresh and pure and new -
Like the sweetness of the meadow's grass
all covered in the dew.
And born upon each moment
within time's eternal space
is the joy of your own destiniy
that shines upon your face.
