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My life is full because what I have Came in gifts of 2 A double gift My God gave me To make my dreams come true My God is great He blessed my life One evening in July
Like a great flight of stairs based in the center of a garden, Sturdy, beautiful, glimmering, their nobility ardent. Our history a great mystery filled with tales of glory.
Hey, you. Yeah, you! I love you. Have a great day. I gotta reiterate. (Just in case.)
i dont know if im really who i say i am if im happy if im great who knows what i am no one but me. but im making sure that even knows my image and my heart im sad and happy who i am limbo i just want to obtain that one thing every human desires ha
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND VISUALIZE A BETTER WAY OF LIFE... I CAME HERE TO CREATE A MORE PEACEFUL LIFE... I FELT AS IF IT WAS TIME FOR ME TO REALLY BE HEARD... MAYBE TODAY WAS MY DAY TO SEE THE BEAUTY MY WORDS.. I USUALLY WRITE AS I THINK...
jump in the game no here to complain being busy as a bee in a land of make believe we shoot for the top but it ends in the flames let me be the first to explain I'm staying in the game this is my time
Come take out your bible Let us start a revival Unification is the plan Grab your bothers hand We shall all live to understand The drunkard in the gutter is still are brother
Anya Zebell 10 May 2017 Adopting a New Land When I moved from Ukraine there was a lot of pain New faces New places I didn't know what to think let alone, let it sink
WiTh lIbErTy and JuSTicE fOR AlL is what many refuse to say, how can an old message become less true, our president wanting to get back to old roots, sadly his trees are losing fruit, Muslim Bans,
Forget the blood lines that make our trees bright red Forget the colors that highlight our lively skin Brothers, sister, mothers and fathers We are all something bigger, better and stronger Yet…
Great Has integrity Is not soft spoken Is strong but not unfeeling Is resilient through suffering Is forgiving but never a doormat America Has abandoned the poor
The United States is one of the greatest to exist For its freedom of our citizens will forever persist. Some say that freedom is a made-up ideal
Land of the free? More like land of the fee. Changes need to hapen before we all flee. America is not the same because we are not glee. Men are not equal. Power and money makes mankind evil.
A nation dedicated To equality is great. On paper, No nation greater. But if all men are created equal
America the Beautiful With the open fields and high mountains And the clouds dancing across the skyline America the Strong With a military protecting our citizens And our citizens protecting our rights
Identity war! People vetted. People gone. Thought this was our home.
We live, we laugh, we love, we Die Tv, Blu ray, Galaxy S Whatever We talk over Facebook No connection
America the great, is not so great, Or rather great with imperfections That impede its equal opportunity gate. Even if pointed in the right direction
They say they want to make America great again But to them, I ask, when was it great? Was it great in the 1950’s when little black girls and little black boys
America the Great, At least in theory. America the Great, Why are we so dreary? America the Great, Unemployment, welfare. America the Great, No politician could truly care.
Hate. Intense or passionate feelings of dislike. Feelings that rip apart friends, families, nations alike. Today, it is a feeling of honor among this nation.
Blue sea, blue skyEagles, flying highA nation so greatI could not wait For its influence is so greatYou may askWhy I have no hateI will stand proud and sayBecause I live in the USA
Sometimes we think that, Others are spoiled, and we are victims. It is proposed, “This country is dying, failing, a broken system,” “Was it ever great?” they echo, Each election hastens shock and recoil,
"Make America Great Again" The words spoken by our infamous leader This is His America With bombs and threats, Insults and cat calls Racism, sexism, ageism Fascism and imperialism
We've grown up being told that we can become anything. But the white lies turn into the darkness that consumes you. Because once your hopes get high enough, they come crashing down and
I’m proud to be an American, For surely we are blessed! The Hand of God reaches lovingly out to caress Our saints, our patriots, our sons we’ve laid to rest. I’m proud to be an American—
I was on this stage not that long ago with less people Yet suddenly their are thousands of more people It feels like I´ve been here for 80 years I am such a mess
Oh, say, can you see What you believe, you may achieve By the dawn's early light Every morning, an opportunity What so proudly we hailed Together, a prideful nation At the twilights last gleaming?
Today in the world, People are obsessed with diamonds and gold. Children forced to sit still, Forced to bend to their parents will.
America the great but is it really? Nowadays it seems all I hear is hate The new talk is about wanting to escape run away to a different country
To be strong, To be powerful. To be young, And to be mighty. Land of the free, Home of the brave. America is beautiful,
America the beautiful. Where is the beauty? On the faces of families Reaching out their hands praying That America will grasp them And let them experience freedom for The first time.
What do we fear the creepy crawlies under our bedor is it the wondrus voice inside our headkilling my thoughts until braindead
I will never understand something How can you smile all day long and cry yourself to sleep Pictures never change but people in them do How your bestfriend can become someone to hate
Raising sons full of ire, Restraint is no longer their friend. With news, IT builds a fire. In only destruction it will end. You did this, you did that, Three hundred years of accusation.
we are born alone we live alone we are nothing we are just a gang a gang of lonely hearts are we we may be happy now we show no care for those who care
Struggles everywhere this life is a puzzle Breathing but never achieving
As easy as counting one, two, three I tend to learn with a breeze A fast learner who’s quite free From the struggle of trying to see
Sometimes I feel like wasting my time Being here doing nothing, letting life go by But through it all I begin to remember The wonderful blessing it is to be alive.
Life is awesome, Surrounded by those who love, encourage me each and everyday. Things outside my front door is the world’s palette for inspiration. I get inspired by life.
If I win a scholarship What will I do? Will I go to college and fail Or will my hopes and dreams come true? If I win a scholarship Will I find success? Or will everything I desire lay to rest
My sound? Is a silent night, I have no music no beats, or rhythem. My sound? Crickets on a summer day. When I was born they sang. My sound? Is a soft noise
They call me Manny Im a tall, dark man striving for greatness I love to run and compete competitively in a sport called cross country. I train hard and learn more things from it each and everyday.
I was one in the dark, you know? Following a pace Destruction was its face Tall and Slim Dark and Grim Too much to care. The light Was too fair My itchy ears
With a swift brush of the breeze, you are beautiful. Soaking in your everlasting scent, I can see you. The ability to taste your bountiful lips is euforic, in the sense of purity and love.
Broken roads engulfed with rubble A heart apiece, blind eyes focusing Who can stand to face the trouble The hearts that burn, spurned Eager to face another day, wanting
The rocks cry your name The ground shakes The skies in flames I'm on my knees I see you through the fire Arms up, just longing And what am I? Just a liar But you reach down for me
Like an hourglass my mind started to empty as my heart started to fill
I woke up and smiled I’m having a good day My water was off I’m having a good day My car didn’t start
I don't really know exactly what my verse will be, But all I know is that I am here, alive Right now But somehow I do know that I am meant to be, do, Something great. And for now
Sometimes it is difficult to find, myself when behind closed eyes, all that resides, is darkness, seemingly vast. It is tricky knowing, which way to cast, my trust,
Believe in you Believe in me Believe in us Believe in we Believe in the bond between us and God Believe in our love to last forever Believe in me being here for you and you here for me