Lyrics Poor Unfortunate Souls Novels & Stories

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

I'm falling In all the good times, I find myself longing for change And in the bad times, I fear myself I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow In the sha-ha-sha-la-la-la-llow In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow We're far from the shallow now With each word he sang, one could feel the passion with which he was singing. Like he was singing for his woman.

Watched the ash crumble. And whispered to the dark, “I’m sorry.” But I wasn’t sure who I was saying it to anymore. The cries of a grown man sounded in the darkness…

"Nana, this girl is so pitiful. Let's take her home." As soon as I heard those words, my consciousness suddenly returned to me. The familiar faces and scenes flooded back, and I immediately accepted the fact that I had been reborn. The girl was shivering from the cold. Her tattered clothes barely concealed the signs of abuse on her body. Standing before me was a boy with delicate features. A hint of sadness lay between his brows. His bright eyes were filled with sympathy and pity for the girl. His expensive branded clothes screamed "rich, naive young heir" from head to toe.

I could actually see some streaks of white through the torn jeans as well. No wonder my knees had hurt so much. As it turned out, my flesh had already rubbed away, exposing the bones beneath. I didn't care that half my fingers were all broken, dislocated, or throbbing in pain. I did my best to put my hands together in a praying posture. Just then, Finnegan returned with a white ribbon in his hands, along with the worker. "I wish that Finnegan and Colette will be together forever." This line sounded too familiar to me. It suddenly tugged at my heart in such a painful manner that I couldn't breathe.

” he nervously asked. I was tired. I felt overwhelmed. So I told you. Rest of the night Cansu listened her one of her favorite song,”So what's up? What you say? Feelin' good, I'm feelin' great Tired of the fuckin' hate Stackin' cheese all on my plate So outside of my misery, I think I'll find A way of envisioning a better life For the rest of us, the rest of us There's hope for the rest of us, the rest of us”

Pablo replied. "Pablo is right Lucif. We wouldn't have come this far if not for you. I'm sure that if you weren't here then we would have lost all hope of ever getting our freedom back and given up right from the start." Linda said. "And so lucky to have such a person as my boyfriend." Diana said. "Wow guys. Thanks but, you guys have been great too. Always there during my bad times even if I'm responsible for everything." I said. "You deserve this and even more." Freddy said.

Waiting for the miracle that you will come back. Why was life so cruel? Cruelty breaks my heart. How can I walk in darkness? If the light of my life wasn’t here? How can I move on? If my foot was excavated six feet underground? How can I live? If I was choked with depression? Do I need to end our last love song? So that I could finally say those seven letters to you? Goodbye. As he finished the song. Greg just leaned over and leaned back in his chair. The Boss cut the recording and stood up to stare at Greg but it was still bent over.

"You know what, I'm not in the mood to talk, just send the hundred to my personal account. Okay? Let me not be angrier than I am with you." I sink to the floor and watch him leave the room in his cargo pants and black tee shirt that has 'Wicked' emblazoned across the back. It is what he is, wicked. Abdul is surely showing the real him. Song for the chapter- Best thing I never had (Beyonce)

And a song that refuses to stay where I put it. I take a breath. Play a chord. Then another. Muscle memory leads me into the lullaby’s opening progression before my brain can stop it. I freeze. “No,” I tell myself. Not that one. Not yet. I shift. New chords. A different melody, similar shape. It's a song about being tired, small, and furious at a world that tells you you’re lucky to be on your knees. Words start to thread themselves through my head. *They said be grateful for the spotlight / even if it burns your eyes / they said sign here, it’s just a footnote / they said don’t ask what you’re worth, just try…*