In the central place of every heart
there is a recording chamber.
So long as it receives a message
of beauty, hope, cheer, and courage --
so long are you young.
When the wires are all down
and our heart is covered
with the snow of pessimism
and the ice of cynicism,
then, and only then,
are you grown old.
Sometimes
While I m lying in bed I
think about U
I know how V all r
growing up
Struggling to make
a place in the ''big big
world''
n
How 1 day V r gonna
get busy wid Our lives
I just want U to know
th8
I m scared to lose U, I
don''t want U to
change
I want U to be around
I want U to stay beside
Me
I want U to make me
laugh n smile 4ever
just like U''ve always
done
U''ll remain special to me
4ever n ever n U r 1
of those Friends I
won''t ever 4get (=
