Destiny is mute.
Soundless.
We create our own fate
Or we get carried away by it's currents.

Uncertain paths await for us.
Waiting to be transited.
While undying hands run against the past
And minutes turn into hours.

The clock is impatient.
It won't stop for anyone.
Keep walking, you passer-by
Or you'll get stuck in a memory.

There's not an end for everything.
There are things that are eternal.
Your hand in mine is timeless
Our joined hips are feral.

i believe i am beautiful,
i believe i am enough,
i believe i am strong,
even when times are tough.

i believe in innocence,
i believe in love,
i believe there is someone out there,
god sent me from above.

i believe in laughter,
i believe in joy,
i believe there's more to life
than just a silly boy.

the ribbon in my hair is a symbol,
not just for girlish charm,
a symbol that true love exists
with out abuse or harm.

the ribbon reminds me of patience,
to let the bad boys pass,
a symbol showing me i'm worth more,
than just a piece of ***.

the ribbon gives me confidence,
it reveals the beauty inside,
a symbol i learned from my mistakes,
and i can hold my head with pride.

so share this as a movement,
share to fill a void in girls today,
a lack of self respect and dignity,
that lets boys get their way.

share this for standards to be raised,
share for heads to be held high,
a change in attitude and image,
that shows her limit is the sky.

share this with all you know,
share with all the girls you see,
that a ribbon in her hair tells guys,
"you're gonna have to work for me."

We are nearing the cross roads
the end had never been so close
We both feel it in our souls
as the winds of time propel us.

An uncertain future
filled with beautiful and dark mysteries
await us patiently.

At the cross road
not too far from now
I won't shed waterfalls
at the painful break.

Walking our separate paths
holding on to a piece of each other.

Memories of our past stay
latched around our hearts.

For I love you forever
And,
Always will I remember.