Post by Maggie on Apr 29, 2007 16:05:10 GMT -5
Don't copy any of them!
Don't be afraid of bloodshed, there is time for healing. Healing is the new life, it brings always good things. In your darkest hour, a great spirit will come to you, but only if you believe lif is ever-lasting.
A soul is precious, a soul is free. Let your spirit fly on wings. In high, in low, search for a friend, for friends are there until the very end. Don't be afraid to be yourself, for yourself is what you truly are. Be yoursef, cast away your demons, be true, be pure be free. Just be.
What is as ancient as the ivys tall? As magnificent as the sequoia? As beautiful, as delicate, as the rose? What hangs in the balance of day and night? Feeding, breathing, growing. The answer to this riddle, impossible for those who do not look, look deep, deep inside. The answer now, for I must tell you, is oh-so-precious life. Cherish this gift, you only get one, it is not a toy to be played with.
Say your dreams tonight,
and be free,
Say your dreams tonight,
and fly on wings.
Wings of magic, wings of spirit,
wings made for your soul alone.
Fire, fire, the element that strikes fear and hope. It destroys, it creates, it is both bad and good. Seemingly tough, seemingly strong, it is also weak. Ignite the flames of your spirit, and use it to create.
When the whole world seems to cave in around you, and theres nothing else that you can do, look to the light and beleive, you will see whats true. The truth will set you free, so come, save the captives, and help me. Set them free. (this one made with a lot by my sis, known by Jazzie as Ciara)
Love me, hate me, I don't know. Free me trap me, its your go. Hot or cold, let it snow, then let it melt, flood your world. Flood it with my salty tears, tears of sadness, tears of joy.
Its always been right there, so close but out of reach, still vaguely within sight, but impossible to see. Its the goal in life, so easily found, yet it's place is untrue, every one knows what it is, but they haven't got a clue. Some say its one thing, other disagree, its the dispute we all have, yet something of which we never speak. Its light and darkness, hot and cold, yours but not, its the gift in life.
Through all tears and sadness, you are not alone, through tough times thick and thin, your not the only one. When darkness seems eternal, and no light seems to be found, there's no need to worry, you will stand your ground. There will always be a friend, one to guide your way, when you feel your falling, a hand to help you stay. When you know you're drowning, in all of your tears, there will always be a lifeline, one to save you from your fears. And when you feel your all alone, through all your aching pain, truely there's a world around, feeling just the same. And when whispers of wind, more fear do they send, you'll know that it will be okay, because you have a friend. We all need a shoulder to cry on, a friend on whom we can depend, support when you feel weak, lean on me, my friend.
Burst forth the flames of a passionate soul, burn the bitter song of a melancholy moment, send the torrenting river of fire to consume your anger, in due time, these flames will ease your pain. Use your tears to quell your aching fear, extinguish the lfames below, wash up all remaining darkness, and your future will be foretold. When pain is but a mere memory, you will rise up from former doubt, when virgin bride then meets her seed, the light will surround the fols of evil. And now that place that lurks below, is refined, like a smith his gold. your weakness, now your strenght, your fear, your driving force. A strange essence pouring forth, a swirling whoorlpool of turmoil and stress, all you've worked for is threatening to be overcome, you feel as if your drowning. A mighty oak will crash to the ground, majesty is now dust, one will rise above the rest, conquering great foes.
Oh and I gots more but they're not on me right now. I might remember thursday...
Don't be afraid of bloodshed, there is time for healing. Healing is the new life, it brings always good things. In your darkest hour, a great spirit will come to you, but only if you believe lif is ever-lasting.
A soul is precious, a soul is free. Let your spirit fly on wings. In high, in low, search for a friend, for friends are there until the very end. Don't be afraid to be yourself, for yourself is what you truly are. Be yoursef, cast away your demons, be true, be pure be free. Just be.
What is as ancient as the ivys tall? As magnificent as the sequoia? As beautiful, as delicate, as the rose? What hangs in the balance of day and night? Feeding, breathing, growing. The answer to this riddle, impossible for those who do not look, look deep, deep inside. The answer now, for I must tell you, is oh-so-precious life. Cherish this gift, you only get one, it is not a toy to be played with.
Say your dreams tonight,
and be free,
Say your dreams tonight,
and fly on wings.
Wings of magic, wings of spirit,
wings made for your soul alone.
Fire, fire, the element that strikes fear and hope. It destroys, it creates, it is both bad and good. Seemingly tough, seemingly strong, it is also weak. Ignite the flames of your spirit, and use it to create.
When the whole world seems to cave in around you, and theres nothing else that you can do, look to the light and beleive, you will see whats true. The truth will set you free, so come, save the captives, and help me. Set them free. (this one made with a lot by my sis, known by Jazzie as Ciara)
Love me, hate me, I don't know. Free me trap me, its your go. Hot or cold, let it snow, then let it melt, flood your world. Flood it with my salty tears, tears of sadness, tears of joy.
Its always been right there, so close but out of reach, still vaguely within sight, but impossible to see. Its the goal in life, so easily found, yet it's place is untrue, every one knows what it is, but they haven't got a clue. Some say its one thing, other disagree, its the dispute we all have, yet something of which we never speak. Its light and darkness, hot and cold, yours but not, its the gift in life.
Through all tears and sadness, you are not alone, through tough times thick and thin, your not the only one. When darkness seems eternal, and no light seems to be found, there's no need to worry, you will stand your ground. There will always be a friend, one to guide your way, when you feel your falling, a hand to help you stay. When you know you're drowning, in all of your tears, there will always be a lifeline, one to save you from your fears. And when you feel your all alone, through all your aching pain, truely there's a world around, feeling just the same. And when whispers of wind, more fear do they send, you'll know that it will be okay, because you have a friend. We all need a shoulder to cry on, a friend on whom we can depend, support when you feel weak, lean on me, my friend.
Burst forth the flames of a passionate soul, burn the bitter song of a melancholy moment, send the torrenting river of fire to consume your anger, in due time, these flames will ease your pain. Use your tears to quell your aching fear, extinguish the lfames below, wash up all remaining darkness, and your future will be foretold. When pain is but a mere memory, you will rise up from former doubt, when virgin bride then meets her seed, the light will surround the fols of evil. And now that place that lurks below, is refined, like a smith his gold. your weakness, now your strenght, your fear, your driving force. A strange essence pouring forth, a swirling whoorlpool of turmoil and stress, all you've worked for is threatening to be overcome, you feel as if your drowning. A mighty oak will crash to the ground, majesty is now dust, one will rise above the rest, conquering great foes.
Oh and I gots more but they're not on me right now. I might remember thursday...
