I'll miss you even if I don't know you, I wouldn't want to see you fall.
If you're down I will help you up, you know it's for the good of all.
It doesn't take more than one person to start a trend, there will be millions following by the end.
I want you to know I'll love you, won't ever let you go, I'll face the pain of all your lives just to let you know--
I hope you dance while I'm in heaven,
cause' I would dance for you,
I hope you sing while I'm in heaven It would be the right thing to do.
So I lift up-- my hands-- and sing,
O' I want you to know I'll love you,
won't ever let you go,
I'll face rain in a world of lies just to let you know--
I hope you laugh while I'm in heaven,
cause I would laugh with you,
I hope you pray while I'm in heaven because I am always praying for you.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Listen to the Wind
There once was a saddened man who lived in his boat,
deep within his sorrows, dug inside his moat.
If you listen to the wind, you can still hear him cry.
There once was a nervous man worryin' all the time,
We tried to teach him to smile and even make rhyme.
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him whimper,
like a stray little dog beggin' for his dinner.
These situation were not good to have had,
but how can you respect the good when you haven't had the bad?
There once was a lonely man ,
his only way was words,
he is singin' this song right now only to be heard.
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him sing,
belting out in chorus, holding his six string.
I am all of these and more my friend, but the advice I have for you...
These situations are not good to have had, but
how can you respect the good in time
when you haven't had the bad?
deep within his sorrows, dug inside his moat.
If you listen to the wind, you can still hear him cry.
There once was a nervous man worryin' all the time,
We tried to teach him to smile and even make rhyme.
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him whimper,
like a stray little dog beggin' for his dinner.
These situation were not good to have had,
but how can you respect the good when you haven't had the bad?
There once was a lonely man ,
his only way was words,
he is singin' this song right now only to be heard.
If you listen to the wind you can still hear him sing,
belting out in chorus, holding his six string.
I am all of these and more my friend, but the advice I have for you...
These situations are not good to have had, but
how can you respect the good in time
when you haven't had the bad?
Why I Hate Politics
*...*- What I say
*We squabble amongst ourselves about stupid things like this even though you have to pay $2.50 for a gallon of gasoline, our friends are getting blown up by roadside bombs, and we are putting ourselves into a crap ton of debt with China...*
*This is what I speak of...*
*from the mind of a hardcore Republican*
"Democrat: noun;
someone who is completely brainless,
heartless, clueless and flat out mean and stupid; pointless to society
and worthless except for arguing with and/or disagreeing with.
this type of person tends to pack themselves into large, stubborn groups
that enjoy the killing of unborn children or of the elderly.
this in itself is the biggest issue america faces today.
their thinking is a lot like this..
take a 400lb man. he eats 3 big macs a day. of course, he'll treats himself to fries, vanilla milkshakes, mcflurries, various kinds of pop, and other riches of the fast food world as well. he's worked hard and long to be as fat as he is today. its been his life's work for a long time now.
and now we introduce to the picture a small anorexic/bulimic woman, who's in her what.. late 20's.. and she doesn't eat. ever. she's worked long and hard at not eating. and sometimes she'll eat a little, but any fat she gains, she throws up right away. leaving her with nothing but skin and bones. and even then she isn't happy.
now democrats are the ones that say, "we should hack 200 pounds off the large fat man and give it to 3 anorexic/bulimic women [such as the one we have described]" but guess what. the three anorexic/bulimic women are going to take one look at their new rolls of fat, all nicely sealed in quart sized zip lock baggies.. you know the ones you have to fit every kind of liquid you use daily into for plane travel, yeah those.. they take one look at their new fat rolls, wonder what in the world these are used for, walk over to the trash can and THROW THEM ROLLS AWAY. they've never had fat in their lives.. how come NOW you think they're going to have a clue what to do with them..? they never ate. they don't need the fat.
meanwhile, our now 200lb man is standing in mcdonalds wondering what the heck just happened and how many big macs he's going to have to eat to get his 200lbs back.."
*why the simple struggle between Republican and Democrat has to be the main focus of our government I have no idea.*
*Why are we debating about stupid things like this while we have friends and family being shot at. Think about it.*
*We squabble amongst ourselves about stupid things like this even though you have to pay $2.50 for a gallon of gasoline, our friends are getting blown up by roadside bombs, and we are putting ourselves into a crap ton of debt with China...*
*This is what I speak of...*
*from the mind of a hardcore Republican*
"Democrat: noun;
someone who is completely brainless,
heartless, clueless and flat out mean and stupid; pointless to society
and worthless except for arguing with and/or disagreeing with.
this type of person tends to pack themselves into large, stubborn groups
that enjoy the killing of unborn children or of the elderly.
this in itself is the biggest issue america faces today.
their thinking is a lot like this..
take a 400lb man. he eats 3 big macs a day. of course, he'll treats himself to fries, vanilla milkshakes, mcflurries, various kinds of pop, and other riches of the fast food world as well. he's worked hard and long to be as fat as he is today. its been his life's work for a long time now.
and now we introduce to the picture a small anorexic/bulimic woman, who's in her what.. late 20's.. and she doesn't eat. ever. she's worked long and hard at not eating. and sometimes she'll eat a little, but any fat she gains, she throws up right away. leaving her with nothing but skin and bones. and even then she isn't happy.
now democrats are the ones that say, "we should hack 200 pounds off the large fat man and give it to 3 anorexic/bulimic women [such as the one we have described]" but guess what. the three anorexic/bulimic women are going to take one look at their new rolls of fat, all nicely sealed in quart sized zip lock baggies.. you know the ones you have to fit every kind of liquid you use daily into for plane travel, yeah those.. they take one look at their new fat rolls, wonder what in the world these are used for, walk over to the trash can and THROW THEM ROLLS AWAY. they've never had fat in their lives.. how come NOW you think they're going to have a clue what to do with them..? they never ate. they don't need the fat.
meanwhile, our now 200lb man is standing in mcdonalds wondering what the heck just happened and how many big macs he's going to have to eat to get his 200lbs back.."
*why the simple struggle between Republican and Democrat has to be the main focus of our government I have no idea.*
*Why are we debating about stupid things like this while we have friends and family being shot at. Think about it.*
Dotted in Red, Splattered with Blue
The Blue Jay did whisper in the forest that night,
The Cardinal is happy to have avoided a fight.
I still wonder how the Cardinal can sing in the day
When during the night he is always in fray.
Dotted in red, splattered with blue,
I always know I'll be better than you.
The Jay didn't stumble, he couldn't fall,
For he knew that he was the best of them all.
But the poor, poor Cardinal, Bested at best,
flew till the sunrise became his new nest.
The now red spangled cardinal, away he flew,
But he knew in his heart that red always beat blue.
Dotted in red, splattered with blue,
I always know I'll be better than you.
This is the tale 'bout the fowl clothed in red,
And the whispers of crimson held in his head.
The Cardinal is happy to have avoided a fight.
I still wonder how the Cardinal can sing in the day
When during the night he is always in fray.
Dotted in red, splattered with blue,
I always know I'll be better than you.
The Jay didn't stumble, he couldn't fall,
For he knew that he was the best of them all.
But the poor, poor Cardinal, Bested at best,
flew till the sunrise became his new nest.
The now red spangled cardinal, away he flew,
But he knew in his heart that red always beat blue.
Dotted in red, splattered with blue,
I always know I'll be better than you.
This is the tale 'bout the fowl clothed in red,
And the whispers of crimson held in his head.
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