Angel EyesWhen I looked into your eyesI saw an angel, there, inside,and that angel was smiling at meTra di la-a di la-a di dumThen that angel faded from your eyesand you because cold as iceand I know that you have left me.Tra di la-a di la-a di dumThough you are not here with mein body, but in song.I know that angel will come for meand take me back to you!
This is MeThis is meI expose my body and my self to youIn all my pride and my shameIn all my attractiveness and my repulsivenessLove me or hate meBut do not dare to invalidate me
Samuel JohnOnce there was little Samuel John,Who played the piano all day long.Every day he'd sit at his chair,And play you a tune just right from the air!"Brother, my friend, I have wrote you a song!Something to show you how much I do careHow much I do love you, that you're for me there"He smiled as he sat, and played me his song:A wonderful chorus with every verse!Sweet little brother was only thirteenWhen off to the city he had to go.Music would play then down sterile hallsAnd into the wards where hearts were then warmed.Then little Samuel's music did stop!"To bed he must go now or 'morrow give up!"So lay down his head then did Samuel John.No more could he play then, too weak for to moveHis heartbeat did slow then, but his smile still shone through!Sad it is knowing that we all must go;That Sam's not here to play what he wrote.Sit as I might to play all his songs,I dare not strike a single note!Poor little Sammy, poor Samuel John.My brother, my Sammy, my Samuel John.Asl