Blessed are the ChildrenBlessed are the children With their holy sight, Unlike us, they see the truth! They see in black and white.Blessed are the Children
A horrid rainbow spouts, In our world of dark and light, But, blessed are the children, Who show us day and night.
They do not feel the muddle, The tug of maybes and a might, They do not see our trouble, They see only fight or flight.
Blessed are the children, Until they grow in mind and height. And long for the holy time when, They simply knew wrong from right.
The GirlHere is a girl, Heart filled with gold. Smile like a ray of sun. All she asks for in return, is your friendship forever moreThe Girl
HerAs if she didn't care She left you Alone, and broken In need of a friend But finding none Because she left you And you hate her What she did wasn't fair You loved her They tell you things That she loved you too That she left for you But there's no point in believing She's still gone And your still sitting there Broken bleeding and scarredHer
Why O Why?
Miserable
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Smile-
think of somethimg beautiful,-
perhaps an apple tree in bloom;
on white winter night-
a touch of your mother's hand
on your hair when you were little;
or a sweet moment of love.
Look trustingly to heaven
and say, "Life is beautiful."
Thank you for the
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I like training Kendo. I'm sure Kendo is a noble martial art.
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