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I'd dare to make more mistakes
Next time I'd relax
I would try to limber up
I would take fewer things seriously
I would climb a mountain
I would learn to swim upstream
I would try more exotic foods
I would have fewer problems
I could enjoy irrational moments
I would love just as much
I'd live one day at a time
I would dance barefoot more often
I would pick more daisies
And I would ride more merry go rounds
Anne

What good are my eyes
If I cannot see the frailties in every man
What good is my mind
If I don't think things out as clearly as I can
What good would be my mouth
If I did not speak out what I thought was true
What good are these arms
If they cannot embrace the likes of every one of you
What good are my legs
If I cannot walk humbly before my Lord
What good is my heart
If I cannot love without becoming bored
What good are my ears
If I do not listen to another mans cry
If I cannot do all of these, God,
Then what good am I?
Anne

I cannot read the stars for signs
I only know in this heart of mine
That next Tuesday is a day that's meant
Because it seems so heaven sent -
It's Christmas time, a time of faith
A time to move and not to wait
A week that ends these hectic years
When you have known such terrible fears
A new year dawns soon after then
It's destined to be the year when
you'll feel so good, so strong, so free
You'll know that things were meant to be
And through it all, the thing that counts
Is my love for you in the greatest amounts
Anne

A wreath, a duck, an antique clock
Unsilenced with its own "Tic-Tock"
A candle giving friendly light
And embers glowing within sight
The presents sit beneath the tree
This scene is there for you to see
As logs burn brightly, we can say
"We love our Christmas holiday."
Anne