Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.

Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.

Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.

I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.

Folks, I'm telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that can not fly. Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow.