Wednesday 8 th June 2011
Have you ever stood out in the pouring rain
Feeling the drops drip off your skin?
Hearing the cries of your family
Asking you to come in?
Have you ever ignored them,and stayed in that position?
Like it was some sort of mission?
Have you ever had a fight with a friend
About something that they did?
It was driving you round the bend
And of them you wish you could get rid?
Did you ever make up with them?
Or are they not your friend?
Have you ever wished to be different
In your shape,age or form?
Different hair,eyes,height,
Different when you were born?
Do you wish you were prettier?
Or hear things you wish to hear?
We all have wishes, we all have dreams,
Sometimes we long for them,
Sometimes things are as they seem
Some are la creme de la creme.
But some,
A very unfortunate few,
May get what they want,but not how they imagined it.
They start crying or have a nervous fit,
And in this world when people are nice and kind,
They never get what they want.
But the bad people do
Now I ask you...
Is that fair?
The sun may come out
After the pouring rain
Just before you thought you never see the light again.
Feeling the drops drip off your skin?
Hearing the cries of your family
Asking you to come in?
Have you ever ignored them,and stayed in that position?
Like it was some sort of mission?
Have you ever had a fight with a friend
About something that they did?
It was driving you round the bend
And of them you wish you could get rid?
Did you ever make up with them?
Or are they not your friend?
Have you ever wished to be different
In your shape,age or form?
Different hair,eyes,height,
Different when you were born?
Do you wish you were prettier?
Or hear things you wish to hear?
We all have wishes, we all have dreams,
Sometimes we long for them,
Sometimes things are as they seem
Some are la creme de la creme.
But some,
A very unfortunate few,
May get what they want,but not how they imagined it.
They start crying or have a nervous fit,
And in this world when people are nice and kind,
They never get what they want.
But the bad people do
Now I ask you...
Is that fair?
The sun may come out
After the pouring rain
Just before you thought you never see the light again.
Tuesday 15 th March 2011
Saturday 12 th March 2011
Goodbye, see you later, hope to see you again...
I have no words to describe this moment,
no words that are sad enough
I can hear you walking away, will you come back?
You don't answer me..
please, please, just say something
You don't say anything, a tear rolls down your face...
then finally you say..........
Goodbye
I have no words to describe this moment,
no words that are sad enough
I can hear you walking away, will you come back?
You don't answer me..
please, please, just say something
You don't say anything, a tear rolls down your face...
then finally you say..........
Goodbye
Saturday 5 th February 2011
Dedicated to the ZOA orphanage and all the children working out there.
In the deep,dark night,
Children cry,
All across the world,
Children die.
Even in bright daylight,
They try,
To break free,
Of the chains,
Pining pains,
Storms and rains.
The storm of child labour,
Causes cries in the night,
Children fight,
Some no older then ten.
Some live in no more than a den.
To save them,will anybody try?
These thoughts,they make me cry.
But with nowhere to hide,
And with nowhere to run,
No place for games,
No place for fun,
Their only security is in their minds,
Thinking of ways to break free of the binds.
Will anybody release them?
It's hard to say.
But I bet you no child will be rescued today.
Charities and donations,they can aid,
But can they clean up the mess that's been made?
In the deep,dark night,
Children cry,
All across the world,
Children die.
Even in bright daylight,
They try,
To break free,
Of the chains,
Pining pains,
Storms and rains.
The storm of child labour,
Causes cries in the night,
Children fight,
Some no older then ten.
Some live in no more than a den.
To save them,will anybody try?
These thoughts,they make me cry.
But with nowhere to hide,
And with nowhere to run,
No place for games,
No place for fun,
Their only security is in their minds,
Thinking of ways to break free of the binds.
Will anybody release them?
It's hard to say.
But I bet you no child will be rescued today.
Charities and donations,they can aid,
But can they clean up the mess that's been made?
Tuesday 7 th September 2010
Why?Why me?
Why me in this universe?
Why me in this world?
Why me in this continent?
Why me in this country?
Why me in this town?
Why me in this village?
Why me in this street?
Why me in this school?
Why me in this building?
Why me in this corridor?
Why me in this classroom?
We me in this desk?
Why me in this chair?
Why am sitting here in this Maths lesson?I think back,I want to be in the past.Then I would force myself to like Maths when i was young,so i wouldn't be hating it now.
I'm jus asking,don't get mad.
Why?
Why me in this universe?
Why me in this world?
Why me in this continent?
Why me in this country?
Why me in this town?
Why me in this village?
Why me in this street?
Why me in this school?
Why me in this building?
Why me in this corridor?
Why me in this classroom?
We me in this desk?
Why me in this chair?
Why am sitting here in this Maths lesson?I think back,I want to be in the past.Then I would force myself to like Maths when i was young,so i wouldn't be hating it now.
I'm jus asking,don't get mad.
Why?
