In the Long run , we will learn that :
Nobody is born with Honey served on the table .
Everybody have to face bees to get some .

When you will build an estate you will know that: Although you went deep, the deepest to establish her foundations ; she can survive without you . Shocking oder ?

In fact it's your foundation you built, solid as a rock : to withstand a Tsunami , to smile in heart during a terrible earthquake.

Your life. Your ****** land , can be ****** again even if she's hosting an empire today.

Don't just try to build success.  
Also build resilience.

Don't kid yourselves

Each and everyone  of us
has the power to truly save

    Yet  all around us,  
           they are falling.
    Shall we begin to  
           say their names?

    Why do you carry on
    as though you cannot

When something dimly-Beautiful
inside of you   says.  you.  can.
And screams out  into your soul

  late at night,   

             That you will.

They are gone now;
my  sweet  Forever-Beautifuls
but not from you, they are..
Because it is The Fallen  in them
that keeps telling you,    that you can

     and you will..
           Truly save.


There is a song
that is buried  deep
in every-one  of us
that tells us

They will never be broken  again.

You don't have to be a baby
for it to be okay if you want to cry.
You don't have to be a pilot if you want to fly. You don't have to be a star if you want to shine. Just have the courage to be yourself, and all these things and more will come to you in time.

My hands were stained with beetroot
My hands were sour with lemon
My hands were salt from cabbage
As I cried in your defence
"He would have kissed me on the steps
If I'd looked up, if I were not such a fool
The cue was there, you know
When he asked about my necklace."
I always wondered, so now
Where's this bold solution from?
And she said, were you a man
I wouldn't have to look.

Hush child
It's time to go
They are coming
They running through
The bleak and dreary fields
They want to destroy
They want to ****
But we must not stay
For tales of our people's
Strength lives on
We the weak
Will never die
Because our hearts
Are filled with bravery
Filled with passion
We protect those we love
Now Hush Child
Run
You are the future
When all is forgotten
You will live on
Hush child
Run

This day began with a resolute vow:
No longer will Life's trials wrinkle my brow;
Woe and misfortune shall seek me in vain --
Though their shadows creep, steadfast I'll remain

Today is my day --  I'll hold my head high,
And with a broad smile greet each passerby;
I'll not waste my breath to voice a complaint,
But joyfully shed this cloak of constraint

Today is the day Fear's restrictive chain
Will dissolve like a snowball in the rain;
Guilt and regret shall assail me no more --
Today I learned to barricade the door!

Yes, this is the day my voice will be heard --
(Passion's smoldering ashes have been stirred!)
All my inhibitions will be set free --
On swift wings will they claim their liberty

From this day forward, who knows what awaits --
Might love rescue me from these dire straits?
(Hope is a beacon whose light comes and goes,
Ah, but today, how radiantly it glows)

Today is my day -- new paths I'll travel
As life's binding threads start to unravel;
I dare anyone to stand in my way!
Do you hear me world? Today is my day!

Didn't, to foretell?
Have and need soon, the exaction in a pace
We foretell is peace, a looking wish, well...
The reach of a new passion, seldom in may?

Choices
Staring ours, to win the pardon
Here is my, courtesy in new sources...
That collect a need, with calm as a problem

Hatred, is a role to finish a thought
With a deed's chaste...
Welcome it to a liberty, with no future, but a whim...?
That worlds have claimed that no man may pass...

Up
In heaven, them and tows of charisma
Curious, enough to understate love?
With another use, in the corner with its own; enigma

Here indeed...
The irony of response, kindness, to wrap a frank finger
About the succor of purpose, the identity of becoming heed
Been whether a bit lip, a changing season and a breeze to linger...

In your soul, with a boding craving...
Peace was a simple friend, that you sent to a lovelorn ghost?
Speak your piece of a puzzle, none the less a work in saving...
Another way, from the spoils of worlds, that has come to host:

Us
The praise of angst, for a belly of conscience and mere?
An awakening hindsight to love, to remind in certain voice, thus
Is its own reward when a callous promise shines; is, was never fear...