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tried to take a picture..of love
I wanna fill this new frame..but it's empty
im different, im not important..the freak man who too much thinking about all tragedies in the world. I believe there is a hero in all of us. but sometimes we sacrifice the things we love. but love is the hardest thing to sacrifice..
"blessed be-and remember, you are beautiful, and you are loved"
I wanna fill this new frame..but it's empty
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im different, im not important..the freak man who too much thinking about all tragedies in the world. I believe there is a hero in all of us. but sometimes we sacrifice the things we love. but love is the hardest thing to sacrifice..
"blessed be-and remember, you are beautiful, and you are loved"
tried to write a letter..in ink..
i've got a peice of paper..but it's empty..
What if you were born in war
and lived your whole life
and then on day,
the war ends without explanation.
How would you know how to live?
Fighter jets fly over head
Announcing your birth as
the sun gleams
bouncing off the white marble columns
Of the hospital where you were born.
Babies crying, so many babies
each needed to grow
To fight.
To manufacture,
To reproduce,
To die.
Babies cry for milk and comfort
That’s what we all need—
Comfort.
Buzzing bullets sound like insects.
Annoying but normal
Almost.
Tapping, tapping strange tapping.
Gunfire pops off on a far off hill
Announcing the arrival of
open season on the unseen enemy.
It is cold in the morning
when you fly.
Today, I live 19 years
On this earth
In this country
In this war
bound with straps
To a small metal seat.
With the adrenaline of battle as food
as trumpets sound off in the distance.
Death would be your friend,
For only an honorable life
Is ended in battle.
Without warning the radio calls,
“no flight today!”
Or tomorrow. Or anymore.
Shock and confusion
Lost in your own life.
Dancing fools in the streets
Celebrate the end of the war.
Why?
How could this have happened?
The world has changed today.
What is this thing called
A long forgotten myth
A memory of other peoples
Long forgotten
Babes born into infant peace are hungry
Not for freedom
But for dreams
Not for power,
But for the knowledge of a future.
How can they dream
of world without war
when peace is so costly?
No work for many.
Knowledge wasted,
Factories once flourishing
now failing.
Only poverty is in abundance.
What are we to do?
Maybe those who
began the war are dead now
And with them the reasons
why we fought are gone too.
Maybe they will be
celebrated as heroes.
Maybe not.
What if you were born in war
and lived your whole life
and then on day,
the war ends without explanation.
How would you know how to live?
i've got a peice of paper..but it's empty..
Born to War
Sunday, September 14, 2008 ( 1:54 AM )
What if you were born in war
and lived your whole life
and then on day,
the war ends without explanation.
How would you know how to live?
Fighter jets fly over head
Announcing your birth as
the sun gleams
bouncing off the white marble columns
Of the hospital where you were born.
Babies crying, so many babies
each needed to grow
To fight.
To manufacture,
To reproduce,
To die.
Babies cry for milk and comfort
That’s what we all need—
Comfort.
Buzzing bullets sound like insects.
Annoying but normal
Almost.
Tapping, tapping strange tapping.
Gunfire pops off on a far off hill
Announcing the arrival of
open season on the unseen enemy.
It is cold in the morning
when you fly.
Today, I live 19 years
On this earth
In this country
In this war
bound with straps
To a small metal seat.
With the adrenaline of battle as food
as trumpets sound off in the distance.
Death would be your friend,
For only an honorable life
Is ended in battle.
Without warning the radio calls,
“no flight today!”
Or tomorrow. Or anymore.
Shock and confusion
Lost in your own life.
Dancing fools in the streets
Celebrate the end of the war.
Why?
How could this have happened?
The world has changed today.
What is this thing called
Peace?Peace
A long forgotten myth
A memory of other peoples
Long forgotten
Babes born into infant peace are hungry
Not for freedom
But for dreams
Not for power,
But for the knowledge of a future.
How can they dream
of world without war
when peace is so costly?
No work for many.
Knowledge wasted,
Factories once flourishing
now failing.
Only poverty is in abundance.
What are we to do?
Maybe those who
began the war are dead now
And with them the reasons
why we fought are gone too.
Maybe they will be
celebrated as heroes.
Maybe not.
What if you were born in war
and lived your whole life
and then on day,
the war ends without explanation.
How would you know how to live?
Labels: journey of life
if we..should be getting under
these sheets..we could lie in this bed..but it's empty
these sheets..we could lie in this bed..but it's empty
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EMPTY
song by Click Five
tried to take a picture, of love..
didn't think I'd miss her, that much..
I want to fill this new frame
but its empty
tried to write a letter, in ink..
its been getting better, I think..
I got a piece of paper
but its empty
its empty
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
and I've even wondered, if we..
should be getting under, these sheets..
we could lie in this bed
but its empty
its empty
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
oh oh
oh oh
oooooh
oh oh
oh oh
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
we're empty
we're empty
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EMPTY
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