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