By Heather (bwhit333@superior.net) Date: 12 February 2000
One thing I know of and... I heard it on the breeze Little whispers of hope Blow around my hair Speak softly in my ear... I see it in the stars Little rays of hope Shining in my eyes Dancing on my face... They tell me of thoughts That collect in my head But burst from my heart They are of you... You own my heart now.