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There's much to do, with little time. There's much to change, Where do I stand? What can I do? What should I do? Maybe something, Maybe anything. Days are passing,
Once upon a time, There was a little chicken, Who thought life was sublime, Till with fear he was stricken He asked his mother, “Where are you going?” “Why are you leaving?”
Behind the cutain is a monsterous beast A feril bohemoth DYING to feast
Where was the
They all want my autograph but they don't know how I write it The things I read behind closed doors made me who I am- but how can I be what I have read if I cannot speak out loud?
What is society To you and me? No, What is society? You and me. Socius, societas, society. Comrade, friend, ally. How far we have come.
I read somewhere that every 16 minutes give or take a few seconds a suicide is commited.
All I hear is silence All I see is silence All I feel is silence Silence in the wake of tragedy
America the great is what they sayWhere my children are shot down every dayWhen all they want to do is playAmerica the great what does this mean?
Pouding, pouding, pounding away The remains of a once loved city Crumbling away under them They don't even see Eyes hopeful enough to imagine a light at the end Ways of fixing what they've destroyed
Mechanics English is not enough Sentiment cannot be bound by syntax Punctuation cannot portray passion Grammar cannot grant the grieving soul grace Words Words are a well to a worn world
What is the purpose of having a voice that we are too afraid to use What is the point of speaking out loud When our words are not worthy to be heard How can we complain About the state of human life
As life goes on, and we get older, Our actions seem to be bolder. I look back onto my past, Wondering how large is the shadow I have cast. I have moved a few people to action, For things that they believed in.