I woke up in a dream where laughter was the only sound People smiling and embracing was what Iíve found Shooting stars raced across the sky; yet my feet were glued to the ground The unusualness of this scene could astoundÖ
Öanyone, including me; I didnít expect to find a miracle A man smiled at me; I found it comforting instead of sensual Society addresses abuse blindly; itís just acceptable Some even sacrifice their own children for their twisted rituals.
I must be in a dream world; none of this is real ...
Iíve always known that I was different; a fact that left my mother proud My entire life Iíve struggled to fit in; I could never click with any crowd I was a victim of my fatherís sin; yet Iíve become a better person now Iíve learned not to show what I have within; Iíve learned to question the why and the how.
Sacrifices have cost me blood, sweat and tears; Iíve managed to find the light So much suffering has taken away my fears; I no long shy away from a fight Iíve learned not to trust everything that I hear; sometimes I canít even trust...
Verse 1 Did you really think that I'd stand by while the world screws me over? I don't rely on you just for laughs; I need you as my shoulder The fight is hard, it's got me down; I lost my lucky clover I need someone to pick me up and carry me home.
Carry me home, I need someone to carry me home. Carry me home, I need someone to carry me home.
Chorus Pick me up when I can't walk Be my eyes when I can't see Form my words when I can't talk Be the person that I can't be.
To explore or not to explore: that is the question. Whether 'tis easier for the mind to remain ignorant And accept the cold embraces of outrageous beliefs, Or is it wiser to take arms against a sea of blockades, And by opposing, destroy them? To understand, to forget No more, and by a discovery to say we cured The blindness and the thousand natural shocks That comes with acknowledgement of the truth. 'Tis an outcome Desired to be wished. To learn, to dismiss- To dismiss, the worst of sins: ay, there's the rub, For in that dismissal of the...
Do you remember who you were before you were told who to be? I canít remember the last time I was allowed to dream Broken hearts and broken promises; Iíve lost track of each This mocha leaves me feeling bitter when it should have been sweet.
When can I pick up the pieces of my fractured psyche? Youíve got me fumbling in the dark like a rat in a maze Youíve locked me in my own mind, and threw away the key Yet everyone else brushes it off by saying ďsheís going through a phase.Ē † Instead of being taught logic, I was told what to...
A pouch full of weapons is a shinobiís only ally Yet so many underestimate the power of words Is what Iím speaking the truth? Is it a lie? Iíll teach you everything I know from the Third.
A shinobiís life is shrouded in mystery Take care of those you keep close to your heart A split second can turn the tide from death to victory You have a fire waiting to be unleashed, and Iíll be the spark.
Iíll remove the blindfold that blocks your view Iíll make sure history remembers your name Trust your instinct; itíll...
As she promised, the following weekend Liz took her fashionably clueless roommate to Rue St. Hubert, one of Montrealís major commercial arteries filled with over four hundred quality boutiques and tailors. In the second boutique that theyíve visited, Liz took a good look at the other clients trying on long dresses of various colors.
Instantly, she knew the style that would suit Rachel best and make her stand out.
Liz spoke with a consultant, who showed the two women an entire rack of slightly shorter dresses near the fitting rooms.