Celebration of lifeCelebration of lifeCelebration of life
Is life.. worth living for the suffering?
The moving pictures of life It intrigues me so Painted black and white So joyful yet so morose
As I thought to myself Why do we continue when all else are but lies?
There lay the orphaned Barely making a living Their meaning is struggling To get through day to next With parched throat wet And hollowed stomachs fed
Worries, worries That is all I can do And all that I will ever do They with their own needs And ours with our own weeps &nb
My world, falling apartMy world, falling apartMy world, falling apart
False hopes and broken dreams Start out on light at the break of dawn False hopes and broken dreams Once whole and restored, now lost
A perfect world untarnished globe The sweet smell of clear skies The joyous scent of grassy flowers Headiness its unmatched freshness
Colour where there was once faded now to shades of grey Pages of books crumbling away at the touch Years of memories lost, never again to return The once pulsating heart lay still as carrion milled
Such a
Burning It All UpBurning It All UpBurning It All Up
Fire up my friends, Fire up Fire up Fire up!
We're going onwards now Cause there's no turning back To those days used up Those fires which turned black
Don't give a damn 'bout all your hotcakes your lil' piggy bank your 'good' old friends
They're all gone Dead and gone Forever gone No more
What we learnt from our youths those carefree days those angst-filled hours
Sweet and clean Do you know what it means to live? To live To really live!? &nb
Clear skies..?
You've got an amazing gallery <3
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I'm cute :3
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Nature is the artist, in which I am but a witness;
Its beauty causing heartaches, despite my desire to solve;
From Winter to Spring, to Summer to Fall;
Looking at you, with nothing less than awe.
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Nature is the artist, in which I am but a witness;
Its beauty causing heartaches, despite my desire to solve;
From Winter to Spring, to Summer to Fall;
Looking at you, with nothing less than awe.
wah u still come in and check in here every day ?
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Nature is the artist, in which I am but a witness;
Its beauty causing heartaches, despite my desire to solve;
From Winter to Spring, to Summer to Fall;
Looking at you, with nothing less than awe.
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