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Majd Al Deen Aug 2014
I took the first step
there is no exit around
In studying medicine I grip
I'll try not to fall in the ground

It will be a long trip
Silent with no sound
I may face failures and flip
But I am sure I will rebound

I will try not to fall on a web
Because there is no a second round
All the social events I will skip
That is a fact I just found

But my dreams will be my rep
That turns a mountain into a mound
Medicine, it's a long way
It's one thousand miles away!!!
But it deserves it <3 <3
mark john junor Aug 2014
you shined once
stirred the waters
made em all stand up and take notice
a romeo dancin in the spotlight
charmed the prettiest of the fast lane
had vanity nailed while you cherished the high-life
but it has a way of sneaking away on you
cause chasing the dream is a full time occupation
a devotion of the addiction to the limelight
and if your not careful it'll get away from you
with a quickness

suddenly you find head in hand
as dawn is creepin in one door
while the last of the fun seekers is strolling out the other
the bill is comin due and your pockets empty
spent it on one last fling but sure it was grand
you did a soft shoe shuffle that they will never forget
funny how the top of the world looks so different when your fallin from it
never know where you day is gonna take you
but it will take you

things change enough and eventually so do you
the top of the world means something new
and from the top of your molehill it don't look too shabby
settle down with another lost soul
and share a love thats real
and as you settle down end of your day with
your girl in your arms you think to yourself
came a long way
to come back to where you started from

a jaybird makes you a nightwatchmen
and you can be the leading role in your own picture show
you can write the script of your own life
peculiar as it may be
long as your happy
long as your happy
Explain
Why
A
Boy
Makes
Me

Fly

A
Mile
High
Capernoited Definition: Slightly intoxicated; tipsy
Erin Hankemeier May 2014
Well, I wish there was a telephone in Heaven.
Oh, how I'd love to talk to my Dad.
I'd tell him that I miss him and I love him,
And I'm sorry for the times we never had.

And I wonder if they'd charge me by the minute,
I wonder if they'd charge me by the mile,
I'd call up that ole Angel operator,
Could I please talk to my Daddy for awhile?
Telephone in Heaven

Well, I wish there was a telephone in Heaven.
Oh, how I'd love to talk to my Grandma.
I tell her that I miss her Sunday cookin,
I haven't ate like that since you went to meet Grandpa.

Well, I wonder if they'd charge me by the minute,
I wonder if they'd charge me by the mile,
I'd call up that ole Angel operator,
Could I please talk to my Grandma for awhile?
Telephone in Heaven

Well, I wish there was a telephone in Heaven.
Oh, how I'd love to talk to the Lord of mine.
I'd tell him that I love him and I'm thankful
For watching over all these loves of mine,

And I know he wouldn't charge me by the minute,
I'm sure he wouldn't charge me by the mile,
I'd call up that ole Angel operater,
And say thank you for this big long distance smile,
Telephone in Heaven.
I was browsing Youtube and came upon this song. It sounds pretty old, but it has deep meaning. This song is about a man who longs to phone his Daddy and his Grandma who are in Heaven. He wonders if they would charge him for long distance or by minute. He wishes to call the Lord and thank Him for everything he has done. He knows that God would not charge him by the minute or mile. But he can not phone anybody in Heaven, so he will just have to wait until they meet again.

Here is the Youtube link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uloaEY81hOQ

Enjoy!

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