I am the toast,
       and you are the butter.
       You spread your love
over me like no other lover. 
Then I feel like the
toast of the town,
       a slice above the rest.
       When our friends loaf around
       I wish I could say to them
       your love is the best.
I was once just a single
piece of white bread, and 
then the heat from your
      thoughts of love turned
      me to toast.
      Then I felt your love
      melt over my coat.
I am the toast,
and you are the butter.
You give your love to
me like no other lover.

Hello world, I’m ready for you today.
I’m going to fight and fight,
and I will not be afraid.
The sun can blaze and burn,
the ice can bite and freeze,
the desert sand can blow,
but I will still feel the gentle breeze.
The hours seem longer,
as my watch ticks on.
I will fight and fight.
I will sing my victory song.
I’m here at last, home
safe, happy and alive. 
The sun, ice, desert sand have
done their best, but I still survived.

A pound of peace is worth its weight in gold,
 but the harmony peace gives can’t be bought or sold.

The pleas for peace are routinely told,
 but such pleas are ignored. Hate makes the world cold.

The plan for peace is to bring the sheep to 
 fold where eager hearts can be converted to Christ’s mold.

The prayers for peace are new and the same time, old.
 The prayers are a statement for whose faith is bold.

A pound of peace is worth its weight in gold,
 but the harmony peace gives can’t be bought or sold.

The path for peace can be wide or very narrow,and it
 takes many long hours to mend damage of a broken arrow.