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.
He once was a lord of Gondolin Strong and mighty as he was fair Yet few ever noticed what was within Only the confident could hold his stare. - Oh, Golden Flower, you are withered Even if your air says otherwise The title "Balrog Slayer" makes you shiver As you recall the painful memories of your demise. - You persevere throughout the ages And aim your sight towards the future You always skip through the pages Banished was the warrior to give way to the scholar. - Oh, Golden Flower, you are hurting No one...
Verse 1 Do you see me as your emotional punching bag? I remember everything that youíve ever said Is it your mission to see me hanged? Your words play over and over in my head. - Theyíve cut out a hole in my heart As you belittle me and wish I was never born I wonít ever be rid of these scars Iíve lost all my petals and was left with thorns.
Chorus Your words hurt me far more than any wound Only my eyes can see this new bruise Youíve torn out my roots before I could even bloom I canít tell if this is the...
I'll be better Isolated Drained Lonely Misunderstood Lack of inspiration Emotional punching bag Blackout Vulnerable I must fight I don't belong What am I? Trauma Betrayal I lost my sense of peace Get away I'll be a better person I won't become bitter I'll be more cautious My loyalty won't be easy to gain
I'm counting down the days until I reach my goal No longer feeling scattered; instead mature and whole I look forward to that day where I can finally breathe And see the look on my mother's face, knowing she's proud of me.
Iím counting down the days: 1, 2, 3, 4 Iíll never settle for less because I deserve more All these years of hell will soon be behind me I had to walk through the path of fire to accomplish my dream.
For what itís worth, Iíve had my perspective changed I learned the hard way that things donít stay the same But...