She sat alone, huddled,
A waif, so thin and pale,
A homeless child, ragged,
Who seemed so very frail.
Her parents had abandoned her,
She foraged on her own,
In tìm kiếm of thực phẩm and shelter,
She always was alone.
Her eyes were Mất tích and vacant,
Her face bereft of glee,
She was the saddest little girl,
In abject poverty.
People seemed to walk right by,
Without a passing glance,
Their minds a million miles away,
Almost in a trance.
One ngày a little girl came close,
And stopped and đã đưa ý kiến hello,
And offered her a cookie,
Then đã đưa ý kiến she had to go.
She came again another day,
And smiled and shared her lunch,
And brought her mother with her,
Because she had a hunch.
It took some time and effort,
But her friend helped find a home,
So this child now has a family,
And is no longer on her own.
Belonging helped her blossom,
And she's become so much a part,
Of this family who adores her,
And with whom she shares her heart.
---------------------------------------------
I cannot stay strong
when in my own life I do not belong.
I can get along great for awhile
face each ngày with hope and a smile.
On certain days though I need family around
Then I realize I don't fit and life brings me down.
No one seems to notice hoặc understand
People act like your crazy hoặc should be dammed.
I don't feel I fit into any part of my life,
sometimes this knowledge pierces my soul like the tip of a knife.
There is no one to talk with to help deal with my shame,
I pray for it to pass so I can live again.
I have a hard time staying calm and in control,
and when the cycle will end I never know.
I'd like to build a good life but before I can
I want someone special who will understand.
That someone who can be strong while I am weak
someone who can calm me and give what I need.
The feelings I have can be scary and sad.
The anger that builds is dangerous and mad.
Control is the key but the lock turns hard
I want someone who can open and calm my heart.
I want to feel I belong and be a part of it all
Just a small part before I get God's call.
------------------------------------------
Belonging
I want to find a place
A place where I belong
I want to find a love
I want to find peace
I wish I could belong
Is there hope for me
Is their a place where I can be free?
Is their hope for a friendship
Between bạn and me
-------------------------------------------
sitting around
the circle
the ones I know
have left
leaving me nameless
empty
a solid vacuum whom others talk around
laughing
chatting
the words float aimlessly
around the black coffee
someone spills it
but
it doesn't matter
the room is alive
with chittering bats
flitting
in the shadows
of the lit room
their words are empty
thin echoes
off the stuccoed walls
I sit in a corner
and I cry
though I don't know why
weeping salt tears
into the đắng, cay đắng coffee
outside
they wait
the unwanted
gazing up at the lit window
and the emptiness within
a siren
a scuffle
Mất tích in the cold chatter
of fashionable poets
and their cliquish followers
after all
it is the "in" thing to do
I nuốt, nhạn the cold black coffee
and take my leave
from a room that doesn't know
I'm gone
but I take my coat
and my chances
and escape the circle
into the friendly night
--------------------------------------------
TODAY
Today,gave me brand new hope,
Today,I felt so complete
Today,I learned how to cope,
Today I turned chua to sweet.
Today,all my fears they have gone,
Today I turned a brand new page,
Today,I became no longer just someone,
Today,I became my age.
Today I found someone real and true,
Today,I found what I can really be,
Today,I say someone no longer blue,
Today I found ME
That was Today
A waif, so thin and pale,
A homeless child, ragged,
Who seemed so very frail.
Her parents had abandoned her,
She foraged on her own,
In tìm kiếm of thực phẩm and shelter,
She always was alone.
Her eyes were Mất tích and vacant,
Her face bereft of glee,
She was the saddest little girl,
In abject poverty.
People seemed to walk right by,
Without a passing glance,
Their minds a million miles away,
Almost in a trance.
One ngày a little girl came close,
And stopped and đã đưa ý kiến hello,
And offered her a cookie,
Then đã đưa ý kiến she had to go.
She came again another day,
And smiled and shared her lunch,
And brought her mother with her,
Because she had a hunch.
It took some time and effort,
But her friend helped find a home,
So this child now has a family,
And is no longer on her own.
Belonging helped her blossom,
And she's become so much a part,
Of this family who adores her,
And with whom she shares her heart.
---------------------------------------------
I cannot stay strong
when in my own life I do not belong.
I can get along great for awhile
face each ngày with hope and a smile.
On certain days though I need family around
Then I realize I don't fit and life brings me down.
No one seems to notice hoặc understand
People act like your crazy hoặc should be dammed.
I don't feel I fit into any part of my life,
sometimes this knowledge pierces my soul like the tip of a knife.
There is no one to talk with to help deal with my shame,
I pray for it to pass so I can live again.
I have a hard time staying calm and in control,
and when the cycle will end I never know.
I'd like to build a good life but before I can
I want someone special who will understand.
That someone who can be strong while I am weak
someone who can calm me and give what I need.
The feelings I have can be scary and sad.
The anger that builds is dangerous and mad.
Control is the key but the lock turns hard
I want someone who can open and calm my heart.
I want to feel I belong and be a part of it all
Just a small part before I get God's call.
------------------------------------------
Belonging
I want to find a place
A place where I belong
I want to find a love
I want to find peace
I wish I could belong
Is there hope for me
Is their a place where I can be free?
Is their hope for a friendship
Between bạn and me
-------------------------------------------
sitting around
the circle
the ones I know
have left
leaving me nameless
empty
a solid vacuum whom others talk around
laughing
chatting
the words float aimlessly
around the black coffee
someone spills it
but
it doesn't matter
the room is alive
with chittering bats
flitting
in the shadows
of the lit room
their words are empty
thin echoes
off the stuccoed walls
I sit in a corner
and I cry
though I don't know why
weeping salt tears
into the đắng, cay đắng coffee
outside
they wait
the unwanted
gazing up at the lit window
and the emptiness within
a siren
a scuffle
Mất tích in the cold chatter
of fashionable poets
and their cliquish followers
after all
it is the "in" thing to do
I nuốt, nhạn the cold black coffee
and take my leave
from a room that doesn't know
I'm gone
but I take my coat
and my chances
and escape the circle
into the friendly night
--------------------------------------------
TODAY
Today,gave me brand new hope,
Today,I felt so complete
Today,I learned how to cope,
Today I turned chua to sweet.
Today,all my fears they have gone,
Today I turned a brand new page,
Today,I became no longer just someone,
Today,I became my age.
Today I found someone real and true,
Today,I found what I can really be,
Today,I say someone no longer blue,
Today I found ME
That was Today
"If bạn look at those protests in France, the size and level of
protest doesn't really relate to what they're
protesting about. I think there's something underneath
that people are feeling, particularly the younger
generation. We feel like we've been born into some
pre-created situation where we don't actually have any
control over anything. We've got an aging population
as well and that control factor grates a little bit. I
feel that I'm feeling pessimistic and frustrated about it all but at the same time I'm not against revolutionary moves and I wouldn't be
ashamed to have incited a small riot, if it's for a
good cause."
protest doesn't really relate to what they're
protesting about. I think there's something underneath
that people are feeling, particularly the younger
generation. We feel like we've been born into some
pre-created situation where we don't actually have any
control over anything. We've got an aging population
as well and that control factor grates a little bit. I
feel that I'm feeling pessimistic and frustrated about it all but at the same time I'm not against revolutionary moves and I wouldn't be
ashamed to have incited a small riot, if it's for a
good cause."
i am me
in many bodies
i am me
in many minds
there is the witch within
she is my anger
she speaks to me and trys to control me
there is the gatekeeper
he is my self control
he is my savior and my enemy
there is the soldier
he is the fighter
he is there when all is not lost
there is the peace
she fights the nightmares
it is she who i love
there is the turmoil
he is the strongest one
he is the witches bodygaurd
there is the animial
a he and she
my lust
then there is the law
my conscience
she tells me what is right
we are me
in many bodies
we are me
in many minds
in many bodies
i am me
in many minds
there is the witch within
she is my anger
she speaks to me and trys to control me
there is the gatekeeper
he is my self control
he is my savior and my enemy
there is the soldier
he is the fighter
he is there when all is not lost
there is the peace
she fights the nightmares
it is she who i love
there is the turmoil
he is the strongest one
he is the witches bodygaurd
there is the animial
a he and she
my lust
then there is the law
my conscience
she tells me what is right
we are me
in many bodies
we are me
in many minds
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drowning your sorrows
dosent make a better tomorrow
the brightness of the light
a thumping in your head
do bạn feel better for it?
was it worth it?
the drop of the drip
when you've had too many sips
the tube down your throat
and the pumping of the pump
do bạn feel better for it?
was it worth it?
admit it!
you've got a problem
face it!
face on
do bạn feel better for it?
was it worth it?
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drowning your sorrows
dosent make a better tomorrow
the brightness of the light
a thumping in your head
do bạn feel better for it?
was it worth it?
the drop of the drip
when you've had too many sips
the tube down your throat
and the pumping of the pump
do bạn feel better for it?
was it worth it?
admit it!
you've got a problem
face it!
face on
do bạn feel better for it?
was it worth it?
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