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| Your Dreams it is dark it is cold there is no light nothing to hold no one there no one cares no one hears cuz there's no one near people say that knowledge is power that you learn by the hour day by day night by night you study hard with all your might people may act with dismay and look with the hardest of eyes and make you want to cry but hold on tight girl dont lose that light boy and keep your dreams alive when the rain does fall outside your door and you think life does mean no more just close your eyes hold your head up tall cuz you'll always have problems both big and small |
| My Name Is Gillian My Name is Gillian that's the name for me dont make fun of it just let me be my name is gillian yep...that's me i'm 8 years old and i live in Tennessee my name is Gillian i have 2 sisters yes siree one of them is 18 and the other (beth) is only 3 My name is Gillian i have 2 cats indeed i have a garden with vegetables and brand new seeds Melody my best friend she's so nice to me she is really neato and loves to talk about things |
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| Song X i'm staring at the wall my life does seem to fall from dusk till dawn i play along and wear a lively mask i smile and laugh with style and craft i'll entertain you. as a crystal tear duth roll down my cheek its not an easy task Being someone you cannot be does sure seem enchanting to me people do not seem to care to find the truth they do not dare my life is like a pantomime moving soundless slowly through time is there no one i can trust believe the lie you'd better deny you know anything at all people are told to forget conversations with people they've never met you come up with petty lies tell people not to testify to what people know to be the truth they have reason to hide it from their youth these are the things nightmares are made of gives you something to truly be afraid of you've heard the phrase you know its true just cuz you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you through the night you will find all your knowledge is swept behind |
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| I Miss Home i miss home so much that i'd give anything to see my friends i miss home so much that its not funny i miss home so much that i could cry I'd do anything to be home i feel like i am all alone inside i'm dry as bone i miss home i miss my mom and daddy i miss home i miss the soft warm voices in my house i'm all messed up inside my head i'm not all there its like i'm dead i miss home i miss the soft warm comfort of my puppy dog i'm dying can't you see i'll never be like you i am me oh please just let me be i miss home i miss....home.... |
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| The Dream I'm finally at rest. My heart's no longer pumping in my chest. My breath's taken away. My life, a memory of disaray. Is this the way it's meant to be? I'm happy though, don't disturb me. Is this a dream? Yes it is! I see a lot of light! It's not too hard, and not to bright. I sit up in my room. I'm on my floor! Damn it, how'd I get there? |
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| The Odd One... There once was a boy who sat in my class his eyes were green. his hair was brass. he had no life in his room he lay. all day he did nothing. but dream the day away. he was a dreamer he wasn't meaner he did what he was told he was just 17 years old. he was a good son a good friend and person always did the job till it was done he was just an odd one. he lived with his mother and his older brother he had no other siblings or family he had a girlfriend a lovely girlfriend she had blond hair and big blue eyes. his time was quickened his heart grief-stricken when she ran off with another guy. He was just an odd one. |
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| David there once was a young man who lived up my street and every sunday at two on the corner we would meet oh it was so lovely so nice indeed cuz i needed david and he needed me he was 37 years old mentally ill but emotionally gold towards him people acted with a heart so cold just cuz he was not like them he lived his life in misery i wish i knew what could be done to help my friend in need My friend david david had short brown hair kinda tall and kinda pale always getting pranks in the mail just cuz he was different he had the hands of a fully grown guy but the ind of a little child but i don't care if he's not all there cuz he's my best friend he's stuck in a wheelchair his eyes sometimes stare right through but when you talk to him you know he's listening to you and if and when he goes i know i did all i could i hope i made a difference brought to his life a little good |
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