Novel & Cerita Halfway Gone Lifehouse Lyrics

CHAPTER 5 LIZZY’S POV “I have been hearing symphonies, If all I heard was silence Perhaps it is for you and me And every melody is timeless Life is stringing me along Then you came and you cut me lose So, I am singing on my own I can’t find the key without you And now your song is on repeat And I am dancing on to your heartbeat And when you are gone, I feel incomplete So, if you want the truth I just want to be part of your symphony…………...”

***** Roof to roof For a single home I don’t ask for many But a single-roof That I can call mine, too As a home Just as a home Not an office on a giant floor But at least a home Where I am not worried Where I grow Where I say I have grown The will to survive The purpose of life Is to live So I will make a place To identify more With life That I am all Settled here On Earth I won’t go I won’t go Anymore Anymore A joy A pride A shinning pride Of a little home Well found on sight I call it home When I refuse to move I say no to go I say no to give it to any

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury

The men slowly lowered my body into the earth, wailing and continuing on until all I could see was white sky. “Goodbye, Life.” -THE END-

🎵 In the stillness of the night, Underneath the moon's soft light, I sit here by the rolling sea, Lost in thoughts of you and me. Oh, the love we used to know, How it hurt to watch it go, But I'm finding strength in letting go, As these waves of time, they ebb and flow. 🎵 I remember how we used to be, Lost in each other so endlessly, But life's currents pulled us apart, Leaving scars upon my heart. 🎵 Oh, the love we used to know, How it hurt to watch it go, But I'm finding strength in letting go,

‘Well fuck me, she left’ I thought as I turned to go back to the packhouse. I swiped my hand down my face, that did not go as planned. I had only taken a few steps when I heard someone singing. I didn’t see anyone, so I followed the melody: “Out of the ruins, Out from the wreckage, Can’t make the same mistake this time. We are the children, The last generation, We are the ones they left behind. And I wonder when things are ever gonna change, Living in fear, ‘til nothing else remains. We don’t need another Hero, We don’t need to the way home…” the words to ‘We don’t need another hero’ by Tina Turner floated through the air.

Forgetting that in the suffocation brought to us by our darkest parts we reach for light In the helplessness of hopelessness we yield towards hope And in the foundation given to us by hope we find love. I pray, and I pray you Seek life. Seek light. Seek love.

I didn’t deserve this. “I have to go now” she whispered. “I’d surely come back” that was the last thing she said before leaving. I crawled back to where I was initially was. I wasn’t sprayed with overlain water, so I wasn’t weak as usual, but I hadn’t still fed and I was still felt like any vampire who hadn’t fed for a long time insane ********** Christine’s POV “This long distance is killing me” I mouthed the wordings of the song I listened to through my ear pods to as I opened the door to get in.

I drove my car to a friend's auto repair shop for a routine inspection after my father, Nathan Ashley, finally returned it. He'd borrowed it for a month and even stuffed the trunk with boxes of local specialties from his hometown. A few minutes later, my friend slid out from beneath the car, his face drained of color. "Lyla, who did you piss off? Someone cut halfway through your brake line." A chill raced through my body as I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, someone cut my brake line." The sound of poker chips clacking echoed through the phone. He answered without the slightest concern, "Oh. I had Lillian do it. That old junker of yours was falling apart anyway." My voice

Stella glanced at her husband for a possible answer but to her surprise, he wasn't bothered at all. "I told you that they are in safe hands," he replied with a shrug instead, clearing all her doubt. "Oh!"Stella nodded. "Yes, ma'am; kids let's get inside the car. It's time to go home." "Yes, daddy," they chorused. As they got inside the car, Richard turned on the stereo playing "One life to love by 33 miles." "🎶He never cared he thought so much about the minute hand, 🎶Until he started praying for a second chance,