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You wear a brave facade to hide your fear of the dark. Looking Looking for another light to follow because your own light has finally dimmed
I know who I am  Rosy streets and stars guide me  Now I watch you burn 
He taught me math, the hallowed path, My tutor, since Grade 1, Taught too to dare in Science Fairs,   Good many have I won.  Taught me to write, with words ignite, Use sparks to start a flame, When arguing your argument,   Must words an insight fr
While i fumble my words  my eyes dart to the ground, but I feel the touch of your soft warm hands pushing my head towards the sky. Your booming dialect guides me through the deep dark corners.
Mentor was what refered to you First thing on my mind was always you Yet what exactly have you done? You've always risen higher than I had ever hoped You were a beacon of light with no such awareness
I grew up in a world where everything was fine and dandy.  I lived with mommy and daddy, and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.  Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
I grew up in a world where everything was fine and dandy.  I lived with mommy and daddy, and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.  Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
I grew up in a world where everything was fine and dandy.  I lived with mommy and daddy, and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.  Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
Dear December 2014 Me, You’re in your first semester of high school and finals are going well But suddenly you feel as if you’re falling apart
Long hours of night are not meant for dreaming. They are for dreams to keep you awake - to fill books with imagination.
We had a connection A connection that would not be cut down Not even for the life of me.   A week went by and you questioned why it was you I just thought you were pretty cute
Capture my eyes with the beauty of your hands - How they measured out the seas and sent them to sands, How they formed galaxies just for my wonder; Capture my eyes with lighning and thunder.  
On the days you don’t feel appreciated Just know that we are here To guide you through the thunderstorms And comfort you out of fear  
Hope is one I cannot live without. She cradles me as I sob on my knees, scraping them on once-holy ground, now tainted by blood and hate. In the dark, she guides me, a beacon of light where none exists. 
The compass leads my way. It spins endlessly. A precious guide. Mesmerizing and practical. A precious guide. It spins endlessly. The compass leads my way.
Listen to the sound Of the whisper of angels As they sing the angels song Happy are they   On wings of love they fly Spread upon the sky With colors of array They do sway  
Life is so mysterious,Also very precarious.It can get tedious,Unless you are spontaneous!Life can be a hindrance,Hidden from the brilliance,Difficult to make a difference,
My heart. The substance that I need to able to live It guides my decisions Tells me right from wrong Shows me the path to take to greatness Shows me the right person to love
“Depression”   I’m tired of wearing the painted grin That mocks me and all of my sin. The pain of my soul and my mind
How to guide On why feelings suck and why I don't recommend them
Falling down, falling down And then those words saved me. When I was at home and all alone I looked for an escape So I'd hide and wait, I'd hide and wait And then your voice saved me.
There is a hawk in me, With talons like razor blades, And piercing eyes like amber stones glittering in the sunlight It screeches like the sound of sharp nails on a chalkboard;
Do we let ourselves get consumed within our personal nations; A victim of our differences by nationality? What about the genetic equations of our emotions, And the resulting masterpiece of our emotionality?
When I am stressed you release me You remove a veil from the blind They now see When I feel overwhelmed by the commitments I have made You clear my mind I now see
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