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The Song of My ChoiceI had the time of my life!Now it is over My song is over.The sorrow song that play's is not for me, Is not the right songMine will be a song of happiness. So tell who so ever is playing the musicChange it to the song of my choice, For these are my last moments not yours So let me rest to the song of my choice.
Truth!?Something interesting was once saidA man is only as strong as his wordsOnly as brave as his heartOnly as weak as his thoughts
The Mighty Wild SugarcaneAs the sparrow lands on the wild sugarcane, it bends from the weight of the bird but it does not break.
The KeeperThe stars bloom, while a sun diesThe moon shadow impales usA scythe was used, their heads are now goneTaken by the keeper, the one who takes the souls of dying sunsThe dark matter weeps for the loss of another sunFrom there grief dark energy was bornThe universe was never the same, expanding at an accelerated rateAs small as we are we don’t feel the changeIgnorance’s that is to blame The moon angers and withdraws further from us every yearIn its rages it reaches the sun, a supernova appearsAnd as for us we disappearsOur souls taken by the keeperThe keeper of the forgotten ones
Meaning of SpringThe first flower blooms on the first days of springA rainbow can be seen falling from the skyThe waves rise up over the clouds, it then becomes nightThe land splits and new worlds are madeA bird lost its egg while another learns to flyMan was the hundredth species know to this worldWind blows ice but the fiery grasses melts itRivers are born then some dieThe connections of this world is unknownThat’s why we learnt how to flySomething written came to passThe reason we forgot how to flyOne man remembers diedSmall flower blooms its the first day of springSame place where that man died
His WishSo what if I want to be an eagleI will be free to go where the wind takes meLooking down at the earth from the cosmosAnd knowing there is no one there to bully me
Rising DreamsI sit, I sat, I sought, and I saw, a little old man that named Rolo. He jump, he leap, and he skip then fell, on the ground where he cried out for help. I went to his aid but little did I know he was giggling the whole time that wicked Rolo. He told me sit down and stop looking so mean and look up at the sky and tell me what you see! When I did I couldn’t believe my eyes it was a city floating high in the sky! Rolo told me that this is the place where he was born the magical city of the rising dreams. And on that note Rolo vanish right before my eyes. Days has past and Rolo was nowhere to be seen until one day I saw him sitting high up in a tree, he looked down and said hey lad you finally found me! Now let’s go to the city of rising dreams.