Heads underwater,
but you still want to breath,
you want to survive, and you fight with everything you got,
hands, nails, feet, toes, and teeth.
Breathing gets harder, when your under pressure,
it's hard to look around,
because that's time used for leisure.
Breathing is harder
when you're under the water.

This should be a common theme
of your life
should be funnier than some *****-nilly,
silly little meme. (Mee-m)
It should be more inspirational than the battle cry from Brave Heart.
It should be more touching than the spiel from Charlie Chaplin's speech.
It should be more than just a little mantra you repeat in your car,
this should be more rewarding than Tiger Woods winning by par.

You get knocked down?
Get back up.
You get pushed?
Time to shove back.
You think they'll give you a quarter,
or a penny for your thought?
Make it worth so much more,
because the next place that you'll show them, is straight out the door.
Because I know,
life's rough, take it from me,
in fact don't even, if you haven't by now, then you will, you see.

And when that time came,
or comes back around,
you better think back to these words here,
and get ready for the rebound.
If you've waited for New Years to come back,
then you're already way
way
off track.
Get into shape, starting today,
do what needs doing, no time to delay.
You can sleep when you're dead, they say,
well let it be, be as it may,
so work hard,
then harder still.
Show that you're tough,
not afraid to fight,
better hold on, cause it's gonna get rough,
they got you all wrong, time to show them who's right.

You ready now?
You're not alone, we're with you 100 per cent.
Don't wait for an extra shove, shove yourself back up, time to make
a special little dent.

Are you ready now, my friend?
Are you ready. To Try Again?
Again?
And Again?

I'll pray for you, and stand by you, all the way.
Even until the end.
Go get'em.

Force equals Mass times Acceleration
what a weird little equation.
You can do so much with this little thing,
it's not even funny, it describes what you're doing.
From sitting, to moving,
to doing absolutely nothing.
Seriously now, if you've taken physics 101
is that even a class?
you would've learned, there's more than just one mass.

So seriously. Who made this equation here?
So riddle me this, if you would my dear,
who made this blasted equation,
this equation I fear.

Burning Bridges you say?
Just want to end it all? Something of a get away?

Well that's a solid plan,
best of luck to you my friend.
Or how about this.
Fix the bridge, just don't cross it again,
because it's such a harsh demand.
The toll is high,
on the other side.
But don't worry,
just fix the bridge
and Leave it there.
Let the troll under the bridge, continue to blow hot air.

Burnt bridges tend to leave scars,
and we all ask why after the ashes all settle down,
and we're still screaming their name all across town.
Burning bridges, playing with fire,
it's a wonder when we'll stop, when we ever tire?

It's true, sometimes, if not always, we're making mistakes,
it's true, some of us just can't learn, some of us don't want to,
but burning bridges isn't something we shouldn't do!
Let's learn from the bridges that we once crossed before,
let's continue to build bridges, we need to build more.

Because this is our time,
to learn and not forget,
to make mistakes, get messy, and learn,
because in life, it's only memories and experience that we earn.
So quit burning bridges, just get over it,
then don't hold the rail of grudges, and help rebuild it.

If this makes sense, then you know what I mean,
you can be a child, you can be 109 or just a teen.
But burning bridges isn't something we should do,
I wouldn't want to burn my little island with fire, would you?

the best poetry is full of joy
unashamed of its tired clichés
because tasteful, articulate things
have been weighed in the balance and found wanting
and 'good music taste' is not really good
when the music has no real melody
and doesn't get your heart pumping
the best poetry gets your heart pumping
and your soul throbbing, yearning for more.
it is not pretentious,
it does not tell itself 'you are not good enough'
even though it is fashionable to have low self-esteem
it dances and refuses to abstain from its own glory
the best poetry is shining
and does its best to polish off its tarnished spots
rather than glorifying them
the best poetry admits its own repetition
but history is not a bad thing
tradition is not bad merely because it is traditional
the best poetry breathes life into the heart of everyone who reads it
spreads light
gives air to that which had been oppressed-
the best poetry does not wallow, complain, or remain stagnant-
the best poetry is beautiful,
and the best poetry resembles
the truth of the beautiful people who wrote it.

You've heard this spiel, once or twice,
or too many times before
but now hold on! Don't reach for that door!
I've got to tell you, a small little story,
okay maybe a poem, but don't you worry.

There's a man out there, that doesn't mind to be poor,
Somewhere a woman out there, huddles cold and hungry on the floor,
but somewhere they know, that there's a happier place,
somewhere they know, they'll have a happier face.
Somewhere a child, knows that they'll be food in abundance you see,
somewhere they know that they're life is full of flavor, not just redundancy.

okay, maybe that was rather low-key...er whatever that means

So think of this,
pay attention or else you just might miss
the important thing
that you can't buy.

Happiness.
no it wasn't an excuse to make you say Ha-*****.
Love.
Friendship.
The little things in life that you can't buy.

Help someone,
but why stop there?
There's people to save, so start today my friend,
because everyone needs someone, in the end.

You can't buy friendship,
it doesn't come in a bottle,
You can't buy love,
it must be complete and full, ups and downs, not gently and coddled.
You can't buy happiness.
Because. Those aren't the memories you want to last,
it's a moment that you know, you don't want to let go too fast.

Oh yeah. That moment.
May you have many of those,
I hope that you'll never let them go, and keep them close.
May your memories of them be ever fond,
of the people you've helped to smile, the friendships, the bond.

I don't know how to explain why you just can't buy them.
So find out yourself, shouldn't be a problem.

To be done,
what a day that'll be
to be done with the battle, the war,
to see the shining sun.

Oh what the feeling will be
when our jobs are done,
what it'll actually feel like to be loved by someone.

But alas we fighters,
we believers of truth and the right,
we fight the fight, and aye! What a good fight!
Just imagine!
My brothers and sisters! Come one and come all!
What a day, a marvelous day! When enemy death and sin takes their fall!

To be done...
how glorious, how wonderful, how...
how would it feel to be done,
done with it all.