Each moment of darkness will lead to much light,
And through every hardship, we continue to fight.
It's easy to be hateful, but much wiser to give love,
And by all our faith, we are watched from above.
It's truthful that in life, we will fail more than suceed,
But with each of our downfalls, the more courage we'll need,
To get right back up, and learn from our past,
And cherish each moment as if it's our last.
The strongest of people, are the ones who fell hard,
And continue to get up, unbroken, unscarred.
This is the hero, the one who stands tall,
For he is the fighter, the bravest of all.

No one knows whose dreams sleep under the pillow every night
The eyes are full of dreams,
No one knows whose words speak in the ear everyday
These lips try but never open,
No one knows whose thoughts grow in the mind even now
The mind keeps on thinking,
No one knows whose love beats in the heart always
And the heart keeps on beating.

Helpless
Watching them break
You tremble

Holding out nothing
But your hands

A bird is a
Peculiar thing to me.
They hop, and flit, and twist about
and pick at every pebble
and crumb upon the ground.
But an even more
Peculiar thing
is in the way they move.
Effortlessly across the sky.
Calligraphy in motion.
They have the power to n'er come down
Yet they dwell upon the ground.

But an even more
Peculiar thing is love.
I do not know from whence she comes
or where'er she shall go.
A dainty hand leaves a lasting mark
bruise
imprint
a scar.
Never shall I understand
this
Peculiar thing of love.