I am me, but who are you?

I am me, I am quite sure. But who may I ask are you?
Are you a clue, or are you blue or are you just a dream?
Are you a Kelly, a Sally, a Susie, or are you in between?
Are you a watchmaker, a candlestick painter or have you flown the coup?
Are you a lost soul, a new soul or a soul born anew?
Can you help me?
Can you help you?
Or maybe I can help you.

By: Emma Kessler
June 8, 2010

What is a Friend?

What is a friend?
Who is a friend?
Someone who will listen.
Someone who will comfort and even make you glisten.
Just a like a diamond, they're one in a million and very hard to come by.
But a good friend is true.
True through, and through and always will stand by your side.

By Emma Kessler
June 8, 2010

Just a girl

I'm just a girl.
I'm just a girl, with a dream inside of me.
It grows bigger. It grows stronger waiting for a key.
To open the door. To unlock the lock, to come and set me free.
But now I am tied in the place in the sky, hoping on a dream.

Written by Emma Kessler
June 8, 2010

Who owns the sky?

Who owns the sky?
Who tells it to turn blue by day and inky black by night?
Who turns on the stars and turns out the light?
Who rotates the earth around, around to change from night to day?
Who carries the sun each day away?
How can I see them?
How can I know?
To tell them make it day?
Just a little bit longer, a little bit lighter, for me to play away.

Written by Emma Kessler
June 8, 2010