Some say goodbye is the hardest word But I beg to differ, you see What do you think about goodbyes Opinions may be opposite between you and me Goodbyes are very different from hellos When a goodbye is said a sad feeling shows However, hellos can give happy expressions to be passed from one to another Like the reaction from a crying baby to its mother Goodbye can be say in many ways Such as ciao, adios, and farewell Goodbyes can last weeks, months, or days Or can be short and sweet like caramel A goodbye to the world must be said at some time When we go to heaven and up we climb But to me all goodbye really means is see you later 'Cause when we come back, life will be even greater
Flowing water, Mountain air Through the stream, Down the cliff Sweet blue water, Cool and refreshing Wading in the shallow water, Washing off the mountain sweat Shiny trout swimming through it, Soon to be eaten by the naughty bears Mountain dew thoroughly covers campers Who dare to spend the night Mosquitos hum in the pitch-black darkness, Waiting for another victim to bite Luscious pines watching over the campers Protecting them from the burning sun Rushing water, Loud like thunder
Waking the mountains from their midnight dreams Mountain animals, Scenic nature, Surely more beautiful than the city life A soggy log drifting down the river, Falling over the edge of the mountains high up The log and the water, Falling straight down, Crashing into the pool forming below Broken in two, Floating lazily on top of the water, "Don’t mess with me!" the waterfall taunts Gracefully flowing down the cliff, The waterfall's way of how to flaunt
My secret getaway, Where I can be myself Land of fashion, Population 1 I can do whatever I want, It doesn't matter what others think In this lovely place, I am everything I want to be My prized possessions are kept inside, For no one else but me A closet full of clothes, And outfits in the making A collage of magazine cutouts, Tacked down on an old corkboard Cheap thrift finds Being torn apart to make a masterpiece A sketchbook with new ideas and styles,
Hand drawn with a pencil A full-length mirror, My own little catwalk Styrofoam manikins, Dressed in all the latest styles A sewing machine, With rainbows of thread A sparkly pair of scissors, Used millions of times Without these things of mine, I'm not sure what I'd do They make my life fun and exciting, With them gone I'd sure be blue My most important possessions of all, Are my many dreams Dreams of having a penthouse suite, In Paris or New York Dreams of walking down a red carpet, With fans screaming for autographs
Dreams of publishing my own magazine, With billions of subscribers Dreams of making my own company, Like Lily Pulitzer or Michael Kors My first step to fame, Is through these closet doors
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