In ThE Rhytm Of Life . . . We SumTime Finds OurSelves Out Of Tunes . . .
But As Long As There Are Friend Like U To Provide Melody . . .
Muzik Plays On . . .
We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
The Golden Moments In The Stream Of Life Rush Past Us & We See Nothing But Stand. . . The Angels Come To Visits Us & We Only Know Them When They R Gone. .
