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Sep 12, 2004
her mother left when she was little
her father started to drink all night and day
soon foster parents took her in
but they only loved her for 2 years
after that, they left her all alone to fight her fears
at the beginning she cried all night and day, on the street she lived
but then she found a way to make things go away
she made an imaginary world full of hopes and dreams
fears were left behind, pain was just a memory, she dreamed all day
soon after she got hold of a gun
she thought that no one cared
she thought that all her pain would go away
she thought that her imaginary world would stay...be reality:she prayed
she pulled the trigger- she was only 14, so young, so innocent
she thought that her imaginary world
would become reality when she died...so she pulled the trigger
her last thoughts were:
i could fly so high in my imaginary world, which will be my reality...once i pull the trigger
so she died...so she died...she never even cried
a young woman found her the next day...she pulled the trigger last night
her father became sober hoping that she would come back-
he cried himself to sleep
her mother came back and thought that it was all her fault
so they cried together, so they prayed together
they got back together in her memory,
they wished that things were different, they wished it was all a nightmare
but it was real, so real, so true, so painful...
but, she was watching over them...she came down to earth and gave her parents a letter:
mom and dad,
i'm so sorry
i thought no one cared
my imaginary world
is really there
i can feel the cool summer breeze
i can see the beautiful flowers
i can breathe...
i'm so glad you got back together
i missed you all
but i have to go
what's done is done
love, your daughter
written by: RavenSnow
Posted at 04:59 pm by sn0_flake
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Jul 26, 2004
Joane Osbourne---
If God Was One of Us
If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question
And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets
And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome
And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome
Posted at 11:50 am by sn0_flake
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Jul 22, 2004
perhaps it was just a lie
PERHAPS IT WAS JUST A LIE
Written by Paul Natanauan
Somebody told me about you.
Somebody said that you cared.
I never knew you existed.
I never knew you were there.
Something's wrong. I know there is.
You don't give a damn at all.
Perhaps it was just a lie.
Just like the rain that falls from the sky.
And I know why it's not true.
You never cared.
I guess it was a lie.
Why does this life have to be lonely?
How long do I have to frown?
They told me that you wanted me.
My hopes just fell and hit the ground.
I'm so tired of all this yearning.
I can't hold on anymore.
There are times when you fall down.
You have no idea where to go.
But you gotta get up.
You can't stay down.
You can't live with the lie.
Posted at 08:37 pm by sn0_flake
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She's faced the hardest times you could imagine
And many times her eyes fought back the tears
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders
bore the weight of all her fears
And a sorrow no one hears
still rings in midnight silence in her ears
Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild
And if by chance I should hold her
Let me hold her for the time
But if allowed just one possession
I would pick her from the garden to be mine.
Be careful how you touch her for she'll awaken
And sleep's the only freedom that she knows
And when you walk into her eyes you won't believe
The way she's always paying
for debts she never owes
And a silent wind still blows
that only she can hear and so she goes
Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild
Posted at 08:36 pm by sn0_flake
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Apr 25, 2004
*chorus*
When you fall,
You need to get up again.
You need to reach your goal once more.
You need to climb the ladder of life, to reclaim your spot.
*chorus*
You seem to be down,
What is wrong?
You seem sad,
Why are you blue?
Have you fallen?(have you fallen?)
Have you fallen off a tree?
*chorus*
Take a breath,
Breathe out the stress.
Climb back up again.
Take your time.
You have all day and night.
*chorus*
Climb up,
When you...
Fall down,
Top cats usually start off as underdogs...(mmm)
Yeah
*chorus*
Sing with me...join in the chorus...of life.
By: RiRIeN
©2004 RiRIeN DON'T STEAL ANYTHING FROM THIS PAGE!!!
Posted at 09:40 pm by sn0_flake
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Apr 18, 2004
I'm Only Real In Places I Cannot Be
{chorus}I can only see what I don't wanna see, I can only hear what I'm not supposed to hear...cuz I'm only really in places I cannot be real.(mmmmm){chorus}
I can feel the wind blow across my face...in my dreams
I can see a perfect blue sky...in my dreams
I can hear the words of wisdom...in my dreams
All this is my reality...in my dreams
{chorus}
The sounds of swords clashing, ringing in my ears
The feeling of loneliness inside of me, it's bringing out the fear-
That truly lays inside of me, but kept hidden underneath it all
This my reality...after my dreams(mmmmm)
{chorus}
The rain is dripping on my face, exposed to everything
I have no fears in this world, where I am real,
The things I fear in reality, a swe-e-ept away,
I try to think about the beautiful, I'm not in a disarray
{chorus}
The harsh words that are spoken, in my memory
The inhumai-a-a-a-ane things that I fear-
Are all around me in this world, after my sweet dre-eams.
(mmmmm)
{chorus}
Cuz I'm only real in places I cannot be...REAL
-By: RiRIeN-
Posted at 08:31 pm by sn0_flake
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Dream...if you can dream it, you can achieve it, you can believe it, you can become it.
Love...always here, always with you, never lost, never stolen, given, but not forgotten.
There was an old man with a torn up heart with holes here and there. He was grazing on a bench one warm and sunny day. Along came a little boy with an untouched heart. He sat beside the old man. They started a conversation. "Why is your heart so ripped up?" The little boy asked "I gave love to so many, but only some returned my love." The old man replied. "Why didn't they return the love?" The little boy asked, his head was so full of questions. "They didn't want to I guess. I gave love to everyone. The LORD has given us love to give away, not to store up for ourselves. That would be shallow and selfish. Now, that's not a good trait is it?" "No, it isn't. I guess I know to give love now. I better get home soon, too. It's getting a little late." The little boy said. The old man got his mobile phone out and dialed. He started talking to someone and they talked for about a minute or two. They finished talking and the little boy gave the old man a piece of his heart. He gave him love. "Thank you, little one. You shall be blessed." Thanked the old man.
The little boy went home and told his parents and siblings about what had happened at the park during dinner. A valuble lesson he did learn.
The next day, the little boy went back to the park and he felt stronger. He felt wiser. He saw the old man again. He told him about feeling stronger and wiser. "Ah, of course. Do you remember when I thanked you? I said you would be blessed. The LORD must have heard me and given you strength and wisdom." said the old man "Thank you" said the little boy "Can we meet here everyday?" asked the little boy "Yes, but my time here is nearly spent. You see, I am frail and my heart is torn. I come here to give wisdom to children like you. You are the future." replied the old man.
From then on, they met at the park everyday. But one day, the old man didn't show up, but an old woman, a young woman and a young man. The old woman said "Are you David?" "Yes." he replied "I'm sorry, but my father just died of second-hand smoke lung cancer." the young woman was misty-eyed as she said those words. A million thoughts raced through David's little head as he heard that Mr. Smith had died. "He wanted me to give you this." said the young man. "Thank you" said little David. Inside the cloth was a piece of the old man's heart. David started to cry. He knew the old man like a grandfather, now gone. He felt so empty inside, but he always would remeber Mr. Smith, there would always be a part of his heart just for the old man, good old Mr. Smith.
By: RiRIeN~Luv everyone Lots!
Posted at 07:53 pm by sn0_flake
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The only hope of you coming back is untrue
The face of Earth was crying for you
My eyes have cried a million tears all through your life
Now, you have left me behind
chorus:
I've cried for you
I'd die with you
I'd hold you when you need me most
You've tried, but had not suceeded
But, now you have left me behind...
So forever distant...from you
The rain will fall,
The sun will shine,
But my tears will never dry,
Why have you left me behind?
chorus
The waves gently hit the shore
So many people being loved...
I feel so deprived, so cold, so unreal
What have you done? Why have you left me behind?
chorus
I could find you, but...
I'll always be so forever distant from you.
*by: RiRIeN*
Posted at 07:49 pm by sn0_flake
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