你有创意，能化深思为简言，且构句有音律感；能把生活细意化语是件赏心事，恭喜～
（老人小孩那首，让我难过。）

there is a voice inside of you
that whispers all day long,
"I feel this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong."
no teacher, preacher, parent, friend
or wise man can decide
what's right for you--just listen to
the voice that speaks inside.

"Just watch for the birdie!"
he said with a smile
"Just stare up towards me
and wait for a while!
Just look," he attempted:
"just look at me, Sam."
I cried with confusion and fury: 'I am!'

I will not wish the time away,
but when it's time to go
I hope I wake upon that day,
and never get to know.
I hope the sky is brightest blue;
I hope I've hopes to meet -
and every word I hear is true,
and every sound is sweet.
I hope I leave a thousand lives
improved, and saved from strife -
and so I hope the end arrives
amidst the joy of life.

"i know" my father said and sighed,
"it's just a piece of art
it's rough, okay, but talent tried
still takes a lot of heart.
"of course, it comes as no surprise,"
he smiled and sadly said
"it's easier to criticise,
than see the worth instead.
just disregard your scorn, and then
step-back, and see it new."
he held it up. "now look again."
i did. i always do.

she waited, and screamed in despair
"why can't it be different? it isn't fair!"
i feel like its over, it passed in a blur.
we've changed, and i miss who we were
"you should have been better" she cried
"and we could have fixed it, if we tried.
i'm sorry i hurt you, i wasn't prepared."
i stared at her, and wished that i cared.

i know there's nothing
that you could pick
that would cause the pain
when they say "he's sick"
until you hear their last,
and long for all the first.
of them all, from start to end
"im sorry" are the worst
it isn't fair, words alone
can take so much away.
without a word or two in turn
to make it all ok.
and so i'll offer my own
to say i'm sorry too,
until i find some better words
i hope that these will do.

when I was young, I hoped to be
a hero sailing sea to sea -
I dreamt of shining knights and shields;
of chivalry and battlefields.
I always thought I'd view the Earth
from far above, for what it's worth;
I wished I'd find a way to fly,
or make my own before I die.
but wishes fade with age and bend -
and all I want before the end
is just as hard to find, it seems,
as stars and knights, and hopes and dreams.

Butterfly
if I could float
or build a boat
to sail the silver sky,
i'd think it neat
and awful sweet
that you should flutter by

To float
and flit
and flap
and fly
across a starlit
starry sky,
would surely
really
rather be
a lovely thing,
it seems
to me.
To slpi
and sail
and swoop
and soar
through rainbow-rain
and clouds and more,
would surely
really
rather be
a tiny taste
of living
free.

When life is a dark and dreary night,
beneath the lost and lonely light,
from out a sad and silent moon,
just don't give up...
Tomorrow's soon.

when days are long and times are tough,
when storms are gray and sea is rough,
when breakers, aching, break anew,
just brave the wave and sail on through...
Find your boat and sail it.

behind the dark,
beneath the night,
below the ground and grave,
in pain - in plight
in candle-light
be strong
be true
be brave

perhaps today I'll get away
for just a little while -
i'll ride the bus and think of us
and of your seamless smile -
i'll build a boat and freely float
without a place to be -
a tiny ship to slowly slip
acros the salty sea -
i'll buy a horse and plot a course
for anywhere but here -
or take a plan and soar to Spain
to simply disappear.
no need to pack -
i won't be back,
but maybe, when it's through,
the world will say "you've had your day",
and bring me back to you.

If you should fray, or fall apart,
in any where or when -
I'll always try, with all my heart,
to make you whole again.
But if you choose to fall behind,
and break and shake to bits -
the day may come where I won't find
a single piece that fits.