Drops of water down my cheek
Cutting down my face they gleam
This tears me down, makes me weak
Slaying down my pride they gleam
People defend from the storm
These sharp tears from my eyes, I just don't trust,
But these small diamonds are so warm.
These swords of Sorrow aren't lust.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
I choose you
The sailors choose the ocean,
And pilots always flew,
But no not me love, I choose you
Some choose their paint brush,
The firemen choose their hose,
But no not me love, your the one I chose.
The soldiers chose their guns,
and the hunter chose them too,
But no not me love, I chose you.
The musicians choose their melody,
and the ballerinas chose their shoes,
but no not me love, you're the one I choose.
And pilots always flew,

Some choose their paint brush,
The firemen choose their hose,
But no not me love, your the one I chose.
The soldiers chose their guns,
and the hunter chose them too,
But no not me love, I chose you.
The musicians choose their melody,
and the ballerinas chose their shoes,
but no not me love, you're the one I choose.
The worth of a soul
As a small child lay sick in her hospital bed
She couldn't help but ask something to her mother that sat in her head.
Struggling to speak she spoke the question,
"my father right up there in heaven, what about the worth of my soul did he mention?"
Then as the mother got a tear in her eye,
After thinking a minutes, she had only one reply.
"Do you think you could count all the blade of grass in the field, all the stop lights around telling all the cars to yield? I wonder if you could count all of the stars inthe sky, all the fish in the sea or all the birds that could fly? The answer of course you can not. The numbers are to high for one little thought.
The worth of you soul is to wonderful to disguise. If you can't see it, take a look at yourself through his eyes.
Soon you will see you're more beautiful than the stars, worth more than the lights yielding all of the cars. More than the blades of the grass you can count or how many birds in the sky or fish in the sea, once you see how wonderful you can be.
She couldn't help but ask something to her mother that sat in her head.
Struggling to speak she spoke the question,
"my father right up there in heaven, what about the worth of my soul did he mention?"
Then as the mother got a tear in her eye,
After thinking a minutes, she had only one reply.
"Do you think you could count all the blade of grass in the field, all the stop lights around telling all the cars to yield? I wonder if you could count all of the stars inthe sky, all the fish in the sea or all the birds that could fly? The answer of course you can not. The numbers are to high for one little thought.
The worth of you soul is to wonderful to disguise. If you can't see it, take a look at yourself through his eyes.
Soon you will see you're more beautiful than the stars, worth more than the lights yielding all of the cars. More than the blades of the grass you can count or how many birds in the sky or fish in the sea, once you see how wonderful you can be.
What's your name? No ones gonna ask you. For all you comformists
Sun to rain
Clean to stain
Wet to dry,
Low to high.
In and out
Water to drought.
No matter what the range,
Always I could change.
Good to bad,
Lost to had,
Alone to held,
Tried and failed.
If at first it doesn't work out
You'll try again, with out a doubt.
If even try two comes and goes, it's that courage that always shows.
If they don't except you you'll try, try again, if you don't now? The next question is when.
If even try five and six don't work out, don't fall behind, succeeding to pout.
Stand up and get back onto your feet, turn away for your self from the path leading to your defeat.
Clean to stain
Wet to dry,
Low to high.
In and out
Water to drought.
No matter what the range,
Always I could change.
Good to bad,
Lost to had,
Alone to held,
Tried and failed.
If at first it doesn't work out
You'll try again, with out a doubt.
If even try two comes and goes, it's that courage that always shows.
If they don't except you you'll try, try again, if you don't now? The next question is when.
If even try five and six don't work out, don't fall behind, succeeding to pout.
Stand up and get back onto your feet, turn away for your self from the path leading to your defeat.
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