Thanks God, Thanks Lord here is my God success two.
I trust in God even on dark days, this is God success two.
Indeed no side deal with the devil, I trust on the Lord.
Never lose faith, this life sometimes is a gravel road;
My heart was still in deep pain, my mind full of questions.
This child is a blessing, no more pains, no more questions.
I am so deep sad to take you back on that tragic of losing a child;
Tears after tears, thoughts after thoughts of my child.

I am so deep sad if you are on this, but one day it will be over.
The first thing is to forgive yourself, trust in God, it will be over.
The wrong thing, is to think it is over with life, I know is the situation.
I am so deep sad to tell you that devil got heaven permission;
God of love trusted me and you, that we will pass this devil course.
God success two, is an award that I got after passing that devil course.

-Written by: The Senior

she pours all of her time and effort into a guy who is foreign to the thought of love,
deeply rooted lays the never given,
he was never shown love,
what could possibly, make him give it?
she is upset all of the time,
probably cause’ daddy is absent and doesn’t bother to call either,
she rides the rollercoaster of life,
by “getting by”, searching for love in guys like him.
he likes her, but refuses to pronounce the words of his love,
too cold to show it,
leaves her to feel drowned out,
she is broken down, but still calls out for him,
her yearning drives him to be consumed by the tidal wave of love,
in the end, he and she are found washed ashore.
what do you call this?

The sky over peach hill
Was dulcet last I looked,
Without a hint of clammy March
In the middle of a bright July

The sky over peach hill
Had clouds surrounding the kites,
My girl and I would stare for hours
As hot-air balloons passed by

That sky over peach hill
Ever soft, ever sweet.
That was the place where I found
That life passes in a sigh

The peaches fell,
And august came.
My girl went away,
I was left behind.

The sky over peach hill
Looks a little darker now.
But I know once winter ends
The kites will fly again

I wish people were more like
Stop lights;
You’d never see one glowing
both red and green
Simultaneously, otherwise
there’d be a car crash

And neither would they turn
Completely off, cause then
No one would know how to proceed.

By all means — flirt with me.
But stop sending mixed signals.