I had dreamt Life would be all sweet and colourful A little challenge here, a little grief there They keep the journey real and meaningful I had prepared to be strong Rise above all hurdles Ignore all hassles Who knows what happened to that dream? 'Cos it's farther than it seems So far I can't catch a glimpse
I've never really been happy Not as I dreamt I've had more grief than joy Not what I saw I've not attained all I'd imagined Not as I thought All I desire is a life so simple Maybe not as simple as it sounds All I have is not as I dreamt All I am is not as I thought Now, I'm dreaming I might deserve Nothing more than I am Only I've got more than I deserve
Who knows what happened to my dreams? I wonder where our dreams go
Others you should not judge, criticise 'Til you have seen the world through their eyes; Know where the person is coming from, Know the challenges they overcome. For on you it does reflect badly, It says much more about you sadly. Makes you seem shallow, superficial, So narrow minded and judgemental.
We like to be happy, but it's when we are lost, miserable and enduring that ravenous unrelenting pain that we mature. Its in those, the most challenging moments of life, that create monsters and gods.
If I were to pluck a star from the sky each time life disappoints me there would be no sparkle even on a clear night. But if I'm to pluck them each moment I overcome the disappointments I'd pluck the Sun and the sky itself...
I've known pain I've known fear chilling than the harmattan air Pain, fiercer and harsher than the whips of a thousand horsemen
My soul sank deep into the river of pain and fear
I sought refuge in the ***** of the younger dawns I hid in their embrace and they comforted me I dreamt of the rebirth of her garden in all its glory I felt the healing miracle of the morning sun when Eva bathed in her warmth; and I saw her inhabitants, came alive with the songs of the birds, and fluttering flowers in the breeze I've known pain; Nameless, faceless fear
I sunk deep into their depths And they hurt no more
Everything has its good as well as its bad. Look positively, you should, you won't feel anything but glad.
Is it a minus or a plus? Look at what the Russians once said, "the same hammer that breaks glass even the steel, it can also create."
To be defeated or to get stronger? It's always your choice to make. When you keep failing but you try harder, that's when your startling success awaits.
Suit up your armour plate, along with your shield and sword to slay. It's now the time to yell 'checkmate!' Cause tomorrow is your indelible day.
Do I dare count the men Who have slithered between my legs? Is “What’s your number?” just a possible question Or is it a question that begs?
Do I dare add merit to fluid actions That ripples through life’s ebb? Or will such an answer create disruption? Will it wrestle with my head?
And if this is so, do I have a duty To answer this knocking question? Am I neglecting, truly, A responsibility privilege presented?
Can I face this number without hurt? Is it truly unimportant? Or with it will I uncover a sting? Will I unveil undue torment?
Curiosity rears its head Maybe years from now I will face it But for now I fear that I’m much too vulnerable Granted its importance was merely created
I am just as curious as the man who created The importance of such summing But his legacy is much too strong for me Through shallow eyes Such as mine It will endow me *unbecoming.
