I bought a house on the moon
Where I would sit and croon
Watching those shooting stars
And eating chocolate bars
With kids to visit the Milky Way
Dancing on that white ray
Millions of stars as roof
Leaving no one aloof
The beauty of heavens above
Soothing as the song of the dove
The clear rays of the sun
With its brilliance would stun
The glory of the cloudless sky
Always made me cry
My house on the moon
Where I would sit and croon
There was an old man who lived all alone.
In an old house full of moans and groans.
I saw bloody bones and butcher knives.
They say he took his families lives.
Screems and growls comming from under the ground.
Underneath the house is where the bones were found.
He said death comes to those that see to much.
So from now on don't look or touch.
Dark eerie sounds fill the night.
When I'm dreaming he's in my sight.
Teresa Skyles
I had a dream
A wonderful dream
Of a house on snowy hills,
Surrounded by lush gardens
A huge apple tree in the center
On which lives the nightingale
With rows and rows of daffodils
Dancing with the winds.
The dream of winter nights
And coffee cups
Of dancing brooks and daisies
But reality is different
Have to choose a part
The man of my heart---with a tiny flat
A few shrubs and a couple of flower pots
And a heart full of love.
Or the man of my dreams
With a big house in snowy hills
Do I want the dream,
The wonderful dream?
Or do I want true love
The real happiness of being loved
Can I live in the cold ,Beautiful, lonely house
Or do I desire for the warm and loving
Circle of the man of my heart.
I wake up……wake up
And find myself surrounded by the voices
Of ‘Mummy’ with my head in the lap of my love
Happily watching TV in a tiny flat.
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