You have no chance to rewrite your story There is no way to erase mistakes You can eclipse your shame with glory But your faults will always rise the stakes. You can’t escape your past and reputation They both will chase you to the day of doom And your tears shed in lamentation Will not dispel the reigning sceptic gloom. Do things of which you’ll never be ashamed Be kind. Be grateful, generous and honest Mean deeds will hurt you first, getting you defamed The noble ones will make of you the greatest.
Hope helps me to do more than survive it can help and lead me to live and breath fully. No more holding my breath out of fear of what the next moment holds or have my heart beat so fast that a simple breath eludes me. Hope gives me hope to take that leap of faith filled courage in spite of the fear of the fall, or the falling that will never stop. I must hope because the fear is consuming my dreams. So I shall hope in hope.
I am so tired.Tired of the anxiety attacks,that fear that fills me that I feel like it won't stop.That I won't ever be able to breath normally again. The fear is this heavy cloak that strangles me.This has to stop.I can't keep living like this.Change must occur. I also feel for those who understand my plight. Let us all be freed.
I lost my last little marble My marble had gotten away
I lost the last of my marbles My last marble is gone, I say
I lost my very last marble I can't find my marble, no way
I lost the last precious marble My marble could not stand to stay
'Round the corner rolls my marble My last marble came back, today
I now have back my last marble With one left, I should be okay
I was going crazy at work right before I wrote this. I felt like I was... well... Losing my marbles. And then I looked down and saw something glimmering on the ground. And wouldn't you know it? It was a pretty, little marble. So I put it in my pocket, and every time I'd start to feel crazy I'd grab my marble. And I knew I'd be okay.