Two more week of class! more excited for this semester to be over than waiting for christmas to come to pass!
Those buildings of learning that climb up so high,now forget the learning that once took place inside,greed over learning no future in sight
Overcoming the failures of the passing year, don't let it deter you with fear, show that strength of character we all have inside
Feeling with the heart but though you can not see it , maybe at your fingertips or so far away, its the fame and fortune you seek everyday
Lightening the load of a heart turned cold, sunshine that parts the clouds on a rainy day, it hope that keeps one going each day
daggers ready in hand, ready to stab in the back those that sweat and toil everyday,waiting for their prey, until karma comes back their way
Only those strong of heart can weather the thunderous storms that life brings thei way with determination, while others simply fall away
A creative heart is free, express who you are and what you believe, free of the shackles that chain what should be wild and free
Its the light coming through the rain, it what tames the darkness that remains, its the love that paves the way back to the light of day
Drifting among a sea of green,fighting the tides that threaten to drag you down to the darkness below, always looking for the isle of dreams
A lonely heart yearns for a love that breaks the walls down, sails waiting for the winds to guide them along the life's ocean tides
Scattering the clouds before the rain, deadens the pain life's journey brings to bear, laughter is a remedy I recommend
the bitter sweet call of a heart turned cold, forever longing for things just out of reach, a lifetime without love can be cruel indeed
When imagination is bound and caged, it stagnates and decays, however imagination let loose, allows creativity to grow wild and free
They are pushing and shoving, never watching or waiting, step over a person without the slightest care, gotta love big city living here!
They see without seeing, heal a heart broke to pieces, they right the course of a life gone astray, They are the angels in our lives indeed
Listen to the sounds, the knocker resounds, as it falls against the door. That sound, mystery abounds, as opportunity knocks at your door
It is black as coal, could it be their souls? Careless, Callous, with hearts full of malice, not happy to be unless they are tormenting thee