lord they say of that home overhead is beauty rapturous but the interred holler a song showing gold to be lead for his might is rancorous thought that allure captures still for when have the greedy had their fill not in this life not in the next for the fearful are still afraid and will be still, when down they're laid despite their fight the sickly go too for all their bated breaths could not help in their deaths that fed the soil what hungered so going silently into that goodnight
We've locked ourselves in rooms of steel created safe places designed like prison cells everyone says there is no way to escape without someone to call out our name and no way to be free without a light to guide us through the maze
But it will always have to be our feet that takes us through this hell And our own eyes that will lead us well
Relying on others to help you is wrong a delusion taught to you through poems, stories, and songs It will only be you and your willingness to heal But that does not mean you have to walk alone to break down all your seals
Stop this searching for that 'one true love' the more you look the further your real goals will become to truly love another is to forgive and mend yourself because resenting your actions only hurts everyone else you do not love if you hurt and hate it will only be your hands that opens your heart's gate.
True love takes work true love takes time it only comes across your heart when you work hard to be of sound mind But what would I know? I'm only sixteen
what experience would I have gone through to really know what that love means?
Be kind, be gentle, be the silent strength inside. Be a stream that leads to a river.
say what you want of me i'm true to myself and how i feel tell me i need to be better cause you're right that i should do more i should that i could be more i could "what do you want though?" happiness enough cheddar to see myself fed i'm no dairy farmer but cream has filled my head and now i'm sinking cause the light man is now heavier than lead
Have I done enough praying in my life, to have brought to fruition, this caring man that God sent my way? He cares for me and how I feel, he pulls my chair so I can sit. He holds me close on the dance floor, and beckons me to follow his masculine lead. He raises his drink and toasts to my honor, which makes me feel unbelievably special, like winning our own private lottery drawing. He puts me on his pedestal and holds me in the highest regard. But yet he still worries; will I always be, the same me he sees every day. Am I going to change who I’ve introduced him to? Is my love for him going to change? Are the words I pen from my heart, going to end up hurting our divine connection? I am here to stay for the long haul, I am not afraid to share my feelings. I dig this power that you emit my way. That slow drag you had in the beginning is still locked down inside my soul
Under an old display of neon lights two gilded exteriors meet. Their gold needs to melt and the lead core bared. Wilde's prince's lead core didn't melt, so won't their austere cores. Their gold melted in the neon haze, but didn't have the heart to see their leaden heart in the bright of the day.
Started with those neon lights that you find in the movies and it just went from there. I'm referring to the Happy Prince and his leaden heart from Oscar Wilde's works. (I'm 14, I've never been to a place where there'd be a neon haze.)