Κυριακή, 14 Ιουλίου 2013

Her

She is running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction she is trying, but the canyon's ever widening In the depths of her cold heart. So she sets out on another misadventure just to find She's another two years older. And she's three more steps behind. Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see? Or does anybody even know she's going down today? Under the shadow of our steeple, with all the lost and lonely people Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me. Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see? She is yearning For shelter and affection That she never found at home, she is searching for a hero to ride in to ride in and save the day and in walks her prince charming and he knows just what to say Momentary lapse of reason and she gives herself away. If judgment looms under every steeple If lofty glances from lofty people can't see past her scarlet letter and we've never even met her!

If it's true, then you can see it with your eyes

There's no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts

Live, never to be ashamed if anything you or say is published around the world - even if what is published is not true.
The truth is blaming others is the easy part, but going through your deepest fears and realizing that you're the reason you're left behind, yeah sad but true. YOU, by yourself, stand beside and see that YOU are led through your lifetime by the inner creature, the playful spiritual being that is your real self! Don't turn away from possible futures before you're certain you don't have anything to learn from them.. YOU're always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.. Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary till you can meet again. And meeting again, after lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.



"sometimes people write down things they can't say."