We keep telling them what they want to hear
so that we can hide and shield them from fear
we hide them from truth
and sadly this is our youth
We say no pain no gain
but give them false hope to regain
that sense of freedom a painless life
but without pain there is no strife
Nothing to teach how to live
so everything we just give
nothing to earn, nothing to fight for
so they come back just wanting more
Not knowing what's holding them down
so they turn to drugs, sex, alcohol to take away the frown
they get addicted, they get high
never knowing wrong from right
Because they never had someone to say
you have to fail some days
you have to get back up when you fall
and no matter how hard it may be, stand up tall
There is no such thing as trying
this information I'm not buying
if you have ever tried with all your might
you will know you can win any fight
And if you're fighting for good
you will always be misunderstood
but just keep fighting
because our world you are uniting
Don't fall down to world and their demands
because they will never understand
who you are truly meant to be
truth is that's society
So go be different and make a statement
make them fall down on the pavement
because they know that our worlds youth
is beginning to learn the truth
Better to illuminate than merely to shine, to deliver to others contemplated truths than merely to contemplate. St.Thomas Aquinas
Thursday, 25 July 2013
Monday, 22 July 2013
A Memory
I can feel it pulling at my heart
just begging for me
it is tearing me apart
and I am the only one who can see
Why it is calling
what it wants
as I listen I am falling
and my mind it taunts
The one thing that made a change
is now making my life feel deranged
it screams in the night
and I say it will be alright
But it's not and I know
there is no use trying to let go
it has captured my mind and being
and has created this feeling
It once was just with my memories
a simple thing of the past
as if it was just one of the many stories
that come and leave my mind so fast
Now it has become real
and I cannot put it back
this feeling is terribly surreal
and my heart it has attacked
Saturday, 13 July 2013
Dependence
There are countless things we depend our life upon
Hoping that in time they will make us strong
The possessions over which we obsess
Just to throw them in a pile with the rest
Hoping that in time they will make us strong
The possessions over which we obsess
Just to throw them in a pile with the rest
Once we see that they do no good
We use an excuse of being misunderstood
We say that no one understands our pain
And accuse ourselves of being less sane
We use an excuse of being misunderstood
We say that no one understands our pain
And accuse ourselves of being less sane
Just because we realized that these objects do us no good
And we turn it into more of a crisis than we should
Only after time and careful thought
Do we realize we were looking at the wrong lot
And we turn it into more of a crisis than we should
Only after time and careful thought
Do we realize we were looking at the wrong lot
It is values and people that we should base our lives upon
Because if chosen well, those will never be gone
Do not try to gain possessions in hope of being fulfilled
Only do what is right and use properly your free will
Because if chosen well, those will never be gone
Do not try to gain possessions in hope of being fulfilled
Only do what is right and use properly your free will
Saturday, 6 July 2013
To Rush It All
It was a dream pursued too fast
a motivation that was too good to last
simply a hope for something that could not be achieved
a magic trick that disappeared through the sleeve
It was not that it was disasterous
or that it had no chance to work
I was too spontaneous
and took one too many a look
I rushed it all without thought
and immediacy I sought
now it is gone
like a sappy love song
I wish I could take it all back
but my actions have struck me like a heart attack
I cannot change what has been done
Once again I have not won
A faint part of it still lives
and I hope it forgives
the speed I took
without a single look
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