Trust is a valuable thing, she said.
More often than not, a pledge read.

Trust is a valuable thing, she cried.
Then why doesn't anyone care enough to try?

Trust is a valuable thing, she pled.
The mistakes I've made, to my fall they've led.

Will they ever trust me? Like they did one time.
Will they believe, I've got reason for crime?
Will they let go, of sins deplore?
Or will I face the rage of yore?

Its okay to have few friends, they said.
The ones, that can trust.
Its okay to let go of some.
All they have is compassionate lust.

Its okay, they said, its okay to cry.
Flowers bloom and then they die.

Its okay, its okay to keep..
The ones you need within your reach.

Its okay, its okay to fall.
Only rise against and above 'em all.

She looked more alive
dangling from the edge
than she ever had resting
in the lap of luxury.

They say that no two snowflakes are alike.
Yet, in theory, they are the same.
So many different types of people today
Yet we are all created equally.
White bullets piercing black skin
Black hands abusing white men
Small as a peanut, Big as a giant,
We're all the same size
If you're looking down at us from the sky
Red black or orange, Yellow or white
We all look the same When we turn off the light.
So maybe the way To make everything right
Is for God to just reach out, And turn off the light!
Atheist hate Christians, yet all love football
Such commonality yet they continue to fight
The rich are so poor, with all the luxuries of life
The poor are so rich in hatred and strife
Democrats want control, republicans want them to go
if all says yes, who will stand up to say no
Muslims have their ways,  but their religion doesn't make them vain
Christians aren't any better, for both make mistakes day by day.
Some things in this world might not make sense
like people on welfare getting money from taxes and the rich
What people fail to realize is that we all have a purpose
we all depend on someone, thought they aren't the same as us.
Business people need someone to flip their burgers
Police wouldn't have a job without a law breaker
We all are created bleeding the same blood
The world would be a lot better...were it filled with more Love

WorldofTyrell

You used to be
Someone I loved,
someone I cared about,
Someone I cherished,
and someone I held.

Forced myself into thinking,
that I will always love you
Even if the idea of the perfect person
I thought you were,
was gone forever.

I loved you,
But never had you again.
I held on to you,
But you pushed me away.

How was I going to live?
when my perfect dream became a nightmare?

Now,
I'll go forth.
To the happiness
That sought my worth.

Then, I will no longer regret,
No longer be lonely.

And have the courage to say that,
**"You're no longer my Robin."

i
am
stuck.
they've
clipped
my
wings.
i
can't
fly.