In this world we are tossed
Some of us found
Some of us lost
But we all have to bear our fathers cross

In this world we survive
Some of us starve
Some of us thrive
But we all have to pay with our lives

In this world we are one
But yet we still fight
Some of us start Wars for greed
And some just for fun

In this world we have nothing to fear
For if you are healthy or in pain
The punishment is always just as sever
Because Death is always near
And to him you all look the same

I was floating up into the sky
Completely free
Where no mortal rules would apply
Nothing stopping me

I would stop right at the edge;
Of our fleeting world and space
In this theoretical world I would jump off that ledge
See if there is more
Then what I have bin told I can explore
Or look death in the face

Use your words
Write them down and make a statement
Speak them out and make people aware
Use your words because they are the most powerful thing you have
You can use them to make an impact
To voice your opinions
To let people know how you feel
Your words are the strongest thing you have
You can use them for good and bad
So let's use them for good and be the strength lacking in this world
Use your words and show the world how powerful you are

The thing about people who write
They can communicate so much better about everything
They may not know how to say it out loud
But they can write it out and it will explain everything
The thing about people who write
They are always writing
About their thoughts, feelings, life
They could write the most beautiful piece of work about something as simple as math
They could write the perfect poem about your giggle
They could create a beautiful song about how you squeak when your get tickled
They could write a novel about a kiss on the cheek
They can write anything about something
If it means something to them, they can do it
And it can be a painting of flowers that creates a beautiful poem
The thing about people who write
They are constantly writing
In their head, they are creating beauty with words
The thing about people who write
They have a special gift
And it is the gift of magical words

I have days where I swell with pride
About what I have and what is mine
My feet shuffle amongst my space
A subconscious smile lights my face
I never thought I’d have all of this
The fact that I’m even here is bliss
So thankful indeed, grateful I am
It would be a disservice to not expand