"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
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I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
