Maybe there are different kinds of ways,
To love and show it,
To give out of all you've been given.
To share the love,
Banish hate and scorn.
Maybe if the world could be like you,
I held a bird,Wings of shimmering gold.Fly little one, I urged.The bird lay on my palm,As though playing dead.Such breathtaking beauty,
They say healing is from within. Why then does my heart feel dead?Lost diaries of Dean OlsenNope, definitely not. Not archery. Nope, never. I don't even want to see an arrow again in my life. Nah, just no. I stood up and watched Brianna holding back her laughter. I shot twelve arrows, six didn't even hit the target board. The few that did were so far apart, I would have been laughing if I didn't fe
None shall pass. The way is shut, it was made by those who are dead, and the dead keep it. The way is shut...Excerpts from Lord Of The RingsCain McCarthy
Do not forget the road, that leads to home...Kale The FierceMost people say, it doesn't take anything to touch the stars, but sometimes I wonder, aren't the stars all around us? We live with them, sometimes underrate them, but that doesn't stop them from being the brightest stars of all. The hardest decisions are often the hardest to make, makes you feel like you made the mistake
You think you know,Of the fire that courses through my veins?Of the fire that lights up my soul?I'm an enigma,I can't even understand me.I dined with hell's darkness,
Maybe the world would survive,The darkness that ravaged.But not now, not soon.For hell is come,To earth.Humans, Brace yourselves.
Once, I asked a little girl,Hand me your candy,For a jar of honey.She looked at me,As though I was mad,And held her candy,
Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to ariseAdapted from Boss Baby(The Beatles) Black bird