poem 1:the world
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for toi to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
l’amour is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
l’amour is power
l’amour is strong.
thats why l’amour songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember toi hum.
im sorry i must run.
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for toi to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
l’amour is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
l’amour is power
l’amour is strong.
thats why l’amour songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember toi hum.
im sorry i must run.
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale ou some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life ou the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life ou changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at toi for years. but, sometimes i can taste how amer i've become...& its plus then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what toi DO with the gift of life, that determends who toi are. the pain toi feel...its normal. let it go.
toi think?
yes. toi need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
toi can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what toi DO with the gift of life, that determends who toi are. the pain toi feel...its normal. let it go.
toi think?
yes. toi need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
toi can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
I do not own this. I did not write it, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will toi be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will toi run?
Will toi hide?
ou will toi hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and toi are the apple.
So who will toi be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will toi cower,
ou will toi fight?
Is your cœur, coeur made of glass?
ou a pure snow white?
Who will toi be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will toi run?
Will toi hide?
ou will toi hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and toi are the apple.
So who will toi be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will toi cower,
ou will toi fight?
Is your cœur, coeur made of glass?
ou a pure snow white?