Spirit of HopeShe lies there, beaten, broken, Completely lost, alone. Thoughts spin incoherently, Scornful laughter resounds. Dreams lie crushed upon the floor, Lifeless, bleeding, dying. She curls inside herself and cries, Afraid to face what comes. Shadows lengthen as night arrives, The horizon covers the sun. Tightly bound by untamed fears, Her wounded soul cries out aloud Begging for deliverance. No one hears her desperate plea, The earth drinks bloodstained tears. Distinct shapes fade from view And pain controls her mind. No familiar thing is left &nbSpirit of Hope
BrokenEmotions summon tears like rain, Tears like beads of glass, That fall and shatter on the ground, The ground of crumbling dreams. High walls of friendship surround this place To guard the barren earth, But lie in shameful disarray, Crumbling, jagged, crushed. Badly do they need repair, For they've been long untended. In amongst this devastation, Upon the trampled soil, Sits one small and troubled figure, Alone and beaten, confused. Their purpose is accomplished, She no longer has her will. Through the storm, her cries ring out, Deep dry crevicBroken
FreiheitIch will dir etwas sagen, Aber ich weiß nicht wie Ich das machen soll. Ich höre dich, wenn du sagst: "Ich bin so verloren, Allein, und verwirrt." Ich glaub' daß ich dir helfen kann, Vielleicht du glaubst das auch. Bitte, wirst du mich nicht hören? Ich glaube daß du kannst so frei wie ich und viele andere sein. Alles daß du machen mußt, ist der Herr vertrauen.Freiheit
Translation Freedom I want to tell you something But I don’t know how I should do it. I hear you, when you say: “I’m so lost, Alone, and confused.”
RealityI feel my reality slowly slipping away... I want to reach out to someone; I want to cry out. The pressure to succeed beats down on me, Growing stronger every day. People add unknowingly, Praising what I do. "You'll do great things," they say, But I only want them to listen. I'm afraid of what success will bring, But I'm more afraid to fail.Reality
I want someone here to hold me, Someone who'll understand. I wish someone would hear my call, And give answer to my plea. I need a helping hand right now, Someone to guide me on my way. People look
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All people are created equal but some are more equal than others.
I'm not real yet but I'll keep trying 'till Pinocchio's a real boy.
Death: "I'm dead and still dying it's not fair so I'm taking you all with me!"
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