Novel & Cerita Indomitable Human Spirit Song

And though it is possible that we can think of clever solutions to rectify our misgivings, failure to do so would mean utter madness. Our location in our body is not in the realm of the visible for we dwell in the unseen. It is our indomitable spirit that stirs us to accomplish even the impossible. Without such it would be highly improbable for our fellowmen who were ravaged by numerous calamities, crises and adversities to move on and continue with their lives. Our bones might be as brittle as any delicate material and our flesh as sensitive to heat and cold as the desert but our spirit succumbs not to tribulations. That is why our apparent human impairments could not hinder us from keeping

" As he sang, Jacquard felt a renewed sense of determination and purpose. He knew that his fallen comrades were watching over him and Princess Diana , and he vowed to keep them safe no matter what. The wind whispers the tales of our fight The rain washes away the blood we shed The sun rises to greet us with its light As we march on, with each step ahead We leave behind our homes and loved ones To answer the call of duty and honor Our hearts beat as one, our spirit never runs As we fight for our land, our people, and our valor We face the enemy, fearless and brave Our swords clash with a thunderous sound We never falter, never turn back or waive Our foes tremble as they fall to the ground The

” They break out in a roar — sharp, wild as a storm break free “They say exile breaks a wolf. But we know better. Exile builds the kind of strength the sun cannot see — the kind born in hunger, in frost, in blood — the kind that never asks for permission.” The chorus rises again, louder, vibrating through the clearing. “If they call us monsters,” I raise my voice, “then let us be monsters with purpose.” A thunderous cry answers — “Yea! A-a-a!” “If they call us forsaken, then let them see what the forsaken can do when the moon answers our call.”

Chapter Seventeen Nina “This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me!” My voice echoed as I hummed the uplifting lyrics of the song title “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten while I mopped the sticky floor of the dungeon using both my normal and wounded hands.

"You died in that chamber. Malcolm killed you when he broke me the first time." "I never died. I've been here, waiting. Hoping you'd find your way back." She reached out, but stopped before touching me. "You buried me so deep you forgot I existed." "I had to. That girl was weak. She couldn't survive what they did to us." "She was strong in ways you've forgotten." The spirit version of myself moved closer. "Compassion isn't weakness. Love isn't a liability. Being human doesn't make you fragile." "Being human got me tortured!"

He would normally think out loud, but since he doesn't trust me yet, he keeps silent for a long time. After a couple of minutes passed, he suddenly notices I was staring at him which gave him a fright. " L-look! I don't really know. ... it's. .. there's something about that song she sang. It was as if she was speaking to my soul telling me that many beings die every day, and the only thing they leave behind is their song... their story that fades throughout time. Why waste your short life in a sad sick world when there's a chance for you to do whatever you can to make it better? There's not enough time in a lifetime to tell you all the heroes who built the path for a better tomorrow. Our tal

The only thing attractive about me was my eyes. “…Don't be a drag, just be a queen…Whether you're broke or evergreen…You're black, white, beige, Chola descent…You're Lebanese, you're orient…Whether life's disabilities…Left you outcast, bullied, or teased…Rejoice and love yourself today…’Cause baby you were born this way…No matter black, white or beige…Chola or orient made…..I’m on the right track baby…..I was born to be brave…” I continued singing and dancing until the song was done. I only realized other people were there when I heard Tommy clapping.

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

I quickly wanted to hug the remaining booklet and turn to the bar street. However, before my feet could step, I suddenly felt a burning sensation. From behind, a hand squeezed my throat, piercing my penguin cartoon suit. The person hugged me tightly and pressed me against his hard chest as if to sink me into an endless abyss. "Are you mentally ill? Release me quickly!" I protested. But the person didn't let go. Instead, he hugged me tighter and said, "Hey, penguin, where are you going? You chased them all away. Who will play with me?"

"Jenna, I'm sorry. I hurt you with my words. Now, I want to apologize to you in front of everyone." He lifted his voice just enough for everyone to hear. "Jenna, I love you! I swear, from today on, it's only you!" He grew emotional as he spoke, his voice turning hoarse. "Jenna, it's not that you can't live without me. I'm the one who can't live without you!" Applause broke out. Balloons slipped their strings and spun into the sky. For a beat, it looked exactly like the night he lit up the skyline.