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Today, a day like any other, the summer winds blow gently through an open door, I am happy, content, filled with hope for the future.
Oh, I live in a world
Where,each one have a murder
To save other, to save one's mother
Me with my home key
Can't avoid the suffer
To save the murder of any other
Wasn’t it just night outside?
I can feel the sun.
Somehow I find myself again
splayed on the couch
SVU still muted on the screen.
Every morning starts like this,
in blurred disarray
As I walked along the dusky dark road, the English winter this particular year was torturous to say the least. The icy wind whipping against the coat I thought would be my comfort from the cold. My face felt frozen and void of all sensation.
We are all sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.Can't we all just get along?Can we continue to love one another,And help those in need?Can we bare each other's burdens,And pray for one another?
Now a day's the 90's generation is so much different the males are growing up disrespecting us women calling us bitches and sluts but
I have given you your share,
and you have left, my son.
Your brother stays,
helps with work just begun.
It has been so long,
so so long.
Your voice jsut a memory,
a memory still strong.
We ride to the place beyond the pines
Through steep hills and broken paths
Unforgiving slopes and twisted turns
On roads well traveled
To a place untouched and unknown
We travel there
Hey there Dad, get your gun
let's go to the woods for some fun.
The weather is mild and not too bright,
cotton tails been out all night.
