The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is coming
The storm represents your fears
And all that you have run away from
They've come back for their revenge
Will you face it or run away?
Runaway, like you did before
Let your friends fall, like you did before
Or face it, like you should
Help them, like you should
Chin held high and heart strong
Your blood races
The lightning strikes, the thunder booms
You will not run away
You will fight
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
