I shall never judge others for looks nor wealth.
We should teach others to not judge other in the wrong way.
We should...
...dance like no one is watching...
...sing like you're preaching to the heavens...
...treat one another as you treat thy self...
...see beyond their skin and clothes...
...only judge what's on the inside, not out.

United as a band we will march.
We'll march in unbearable conditions.
We'll march until instruments crack.
We'll march through day and night.
We'll march when our enemy's are attacking.
We'll march in the roaring crowds.
We'll march as one.
We'll march into the unknown.
Nothing will stop us.

Having a crush on a boy is like facing an enormous, old brick wall.  A brick wall so high that you can't see what's on the other side.  You would wonder, day dream about the possibilities of what is on the other side.  You remind yourself that you should never let your expectations ruin your reality; but you can't help yourself.
You have dreamt about the possibilities awaiting on the other side.  Then, one day you have the courage and the drive to climb the intimidating wall. At first, you hesitate, but once you start it's a rocky ride. You go slowly; placing your hands and feet in the crevices of absent bricks. Cautiously, working your way. Step by step. Pull by pull.
Finally, you make it to the top. You see what you have desired so dearly. Your imagination has let your expectations grow high, but they're met. You see a field of lavender, that makes you taste the color light purple. And you see a boy, he's a close friend; standing in the distance on the lavender blanket. He sees you being exhausted, frightened, and amazed.
You have been dreaming about this for what feels an eternity. If you go to him you may give your hopes up; but you remember that you didn't climb that aging, titanic brick wall for nothing.
You take one step forward, placing your foot onto the ground. The boy begins to walk toward you. You do the same.  Negative thoughts begin to buzz through your brain. Thinking: "how will this work?" "your best friend hates him?" "how will this work?" "what if I'm making a big mistake?"  Finally, you tell yourself that you should go on an adventure.  An adventure that can make you feel the air, see the stars, and listen to the music like you have heard it before. Otherwise, you will just be stuck at the bottoms of the wall, just wondering what could have been, truly a great adventure.
You then find yourself in his arms, thinking how you got there. Then, you see over his shoulder a cliff.  He then tells you how he had to climb an enormous, brick wall, to find himself staring at an amazing girl in a field of lavender on the other side .  He too was internally conflicted, but it was just a sign that he was about to go on an amazing adventure.

I miss him so much.
He is gone only for now.
His absence lingers.

Maybe it is destine,
Maybe I'm falling to easily,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Maybe I'm right.

My friends say that you're a dough,
I heard rumors that rant in your favor.
But their will always be a reason not to.
Maybe we can be happy just for today,
For we will fix it tomorrow.

A story can last forever,
The characters will last a lifetime.
The characters inspired from an old foe or a lost lover,
Sharing them is so my friends can be not just mine.