Little Black Book

I was ready to try again. A little bruised. A little humbled. And, hopefully, a little smarter.

I believe we write our own stories. And each time we think we know the end, we don't.

Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance and in the peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all.

You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.

Wishing someday I would find true love

Wouldn't be nice to see the morning with the one you love the most? Wouldn't be nice to say goodnight to the one you hold so close to your heart?

Wouldn't be nice to hold someone so dear near your heart? Wouldn't be nice to hear those words "I love you" from the one that you love?

I love to sit in fields of green looking deeply thru the sky, Watching birds as they flap by hoping someday faith will bring me true love.

I love to see myself one day in the arms of someone who will share his life with me selflessly...
Someday you will find your way to me . . .

Where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.