Monsters at nightAt night the monster comes back. I hear the thump, thump, thumping sound as it drags itself up the stairs. Every step it takes thundering louder than the one before, making my heart jump. I hide under my blanket, hoping that this time it will leave me alone though I know my prayers will go unanswered. The total darkness still isn't enough to hide me from the sound of its slithering movements down the hall towards my door. My feeble little body shivers as I try to keep quiet, my cries just makes it stronger.Monsters at night
Tonight isn't my night either I realise as I hear its claws close around my doorknob pushing itself into my world. I've neve
Just a child - 5The night my world exploded, Was filled with blood and tears. It took away all I loved, And left me with only fears.Just a child - 5
As dust and smoke filled my home, And helped me hide from death. I heard my mum cry my name, As her body emptied of breath.
Dark shadows flooded the ruins, And took my dad away. Covered by concrete and wood, I couldn't get him to stay.
So now I am alone, 8-years-old without a home… The war took it all away, Leaving me to roam.
I'm no longer a child, I grew up that night. 8-years going on s
Just a child - 4Please mister, just one cent? I don't know when I last ate. Please mister, my tummy's sore. I need food before it's too late.Just a child - 4
You see my daddy lost it all. And mum left him and me. Daddy used to play cards. So please mister hear my plea.
He lost it all, even the house. I'm trying to earn it all back. But every time I earn a dime. He takes it to the racetrack.
Please mister, just some bread? So I'll survive the night. It's weird how cold it gets As the streets empty of light.
Please mister, listen to me. Make my sto
Just a child - 3At night the monster comes backJust a child - 3
I hear it drag itself up the stairs As I hide in my bed Hoping that it will shield me From the bruises that lie ahead
I hear it slithering to my door Enjoying the terror it creates Growling at my fearful whimpers And the crying that it hates
I hear it turning the doorknob Creating a wave of its smell That sick stench of alcohol That reminds me of hell
I hear it entering my room Too afraid to look up at it To see its shadow on my floor Daring me to make it quit
Soon I hear no m
AwakeYou went to war young Never expected to return Your mother cries out Her son died in vain Your helmet on a bayonet Somewhere out in the fieldAwake
The walls will fall with grace Every stone will overturn The guns will sound the start This is war my friend not love The good deeds undone When the first shot is fired
Generals call to their troops Protect your motherland Fight for glory and the flag Let the enemy suffer more Punish them for their crimes Justice is in your hands
Seven nations descend upon the earth The
state of mind.What of black and white? or shortness versus height?state of mind.
What about smiles that hide our tears? And joy that overtakes our fears?
When the beauty of light shines in the dark, and the stillness of silence is broken by a bark.
When political passion is dulled by the latest fashion, If peace is our one creed, why is the world overcome with greed?
With a spark of hot fire to melt the cold ice, We wonder if our efforts will suffice?
As the morning sun follows the moons glow, Before death, in life we must grow.
When good overcomes evil in t
It's not all that bad"Dance with me"It's not all that bad
"Why? There's no music"
"There's no time like now, the sun is fading and the streets are emptied"
"They're lonely"
"Not if we fill them again"
"With what?"
"Love"
"There's no love in this world"
"If there isn't, I wouldn't be happy and my presence here would be utterly useless"
"Happiness doesn't exist, everything is useless"
"It does exist if we make it"
"How?"
"By laughing"
"I dare not break the silence in this empty street"
"Why not?" &nbs
Feature over and out :P
Optimism
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"... When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am..."
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If your Irish, come down to the parlor! *Sings*
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"... When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am..."
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If your Irish, come down to the parlor! *Sings*
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"... When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am..."
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