Shari Diane: I can't wait to play in the surf with her again
Shari Diane: Maybe it's the way you touch me with the warmth of the sun
Shari Diane: Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Shari Diane: From here you can almost see the sea
Shari Diane: I don’t know where we are going now
Shari Diane: Is it the one you call home?
Shari Diane: And under the streetlight we kissed . . .
Shari Diane: It reminded me of you. You always smelled like the rain.
Shari Diane: Friendly Donkeys
Shari Diane: Hope is so much closer to beauty than sorrow