Do it now.
Do not reflect on your life when it is too late.
Try and make it a clean slate.
Do not cry when your too old,
your soul might already be sold.
Do not punish yourself at the end
go now and try to mend,
the broken prices that have set you astray.
When you go and they put your body down to lay,
Make sure you know that you'll be okay.

Someday we will leave this world...
We will take nothing at all.
We will leave:
Our clothes
Our money
Our fame
Our luxury
Our secrets
Our lies
Our houses
Our friends
Our families
Our valuable antiques
Our love
Our hate
Our sadness
Our despair
Our favorite pair of shoes
We will even leave behind our gentle surroundings that keep us sane.
But, the greatest thing we will leave behind is our memories.
Wether good or bad
Someone down here will nurture them in their minds for their bad days.
They will put a smile on a widows face,
These memories will help someone when nothing else can.
So before you go put a frown on your face today, make a joke or a reason to smile and I promise you it will a last forever in another's heart.

B.m.P

We are all under the same moon,
We will all leave this life soon.
Wether rich or poor,
Fun or a bore.
We all have issues,
Some are just better at hiding behind a tissue.
We all have goals,
We're all just playing different rolls.
We all have dreams, but
they never come true, so it seems.
We all want to make the best of it,
And in it we all want to fit.
We all have rules,
We are taken down by inner bulls.
As long as we live under the same moon, we are all the same.

B.m.P

How are you supposed to find beauty in a battlefield?
How are you supposed to like education, when your being brainwashed?
How are you supposed to follow a religion, when their a thousand different translations?
How are you supposed to pick one, when you love them all?
How is it so hard to be truthful, then to be a liar?
How are you supposed to be okay, when you can't even tell yourself your okay?
How are you supposed to be a role model, when you don't even have one to look up to?
Just how?

The heart is a strange thing,
it's rumored to sometimes sting.
It has actually loved few,
it sings aloud every Sunday on a pew.
Not many treat it well,
it's lucky if it's status is swell.
It has cried many nights,
and leaps at beautiful sights.
It has brought down a lot of souls,
and stopped every time it sees a mole.
It beats everyday,
and it sometimes puts engagements on delay.
The heart has done few miracles,
yet the heart is a strange thing.

B.m.P

A flower is only beautiful to the person who beholds the beauty of such a thing in their eyes.
A lion is only fierce to the person who isn't scared of it but can see the power in its roar.
And the person is only a person unless an other's eyes see something great in them.
It all depends on whose eyes are watching what.

B.m.P