The clap of thunder, you remember that?
The shriek of fear
The crumbling trono in which you sat
Despite all, there's still mais to you than can pray tell
So I stayed silent as you fell
Tell me something, was it worth it?
Now all you can do is urso it
As your teeth you do grit
It was a burst of exertion on your part
I hope you are capable of repairing your heart
I am afraid Hell has no mais room for you
I remember it all from start to finish
Here is a clue
Wish for fear and hate on others
And the results
Scoff and misery will be your end
You’re ending insults
In the end I will wish you only the best
And dear God may your soul find happiness in rest
The shriek of fear
The crumbling trono in which you sat
Despite all, there's still mais to you than can pray tell
So I stayed silent as you fell
Tell me something, was it worth it?
Now all you can do is urso it
As your teeth you do grit
It was a burst of exertion on your part
I hope you are capable of repairing your heart
I am afraid Hell has no mais room for you
I remember it all from start to finish
Here is a clue
Wish for fear and hate on others
And the results
Scoff and misery will be your end
You’re ending insults
In the end I will wish you only the best
And dear God may your soul find happiness in rest
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Soar through the skies
Show your power
Like never before.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Roam the world
Show everyone that you are
Adventurous, free.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Break free of your shackles
And fly free,
Before they come back
To lock you back in prison.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Show the country
Your determination,
Your courage.
Not only that,
But you, mighty eagle,
Have the power
To motivate the whole world
To inspire them,
To show them that no one,
No one,
Can keep anyone
Under chains.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Show everyone
That slavery is no longer
An option.
Fly free, my beautiful eagle.
Mighty eagle
Soar through the skies
Show your power
Like never before.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Roam the world
Show everyone that you are
Adventurous, free.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Break free of your shackles
And fly free,
Before they come back
To lock you back in prison.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Show the country
Your determination,
Your courage.
Not only that,
But you, mighty eagle,
Have the power
To motivate the whole world
To inspire them,
To show them that no one,
No one,
Can keep anyone
Under chains.
Fly, fly, fly
Mighty eagle
Show everyone
That slavery is no longer
An option.
Fly free, my beautiful eagle.
Ya know,
All these years
I've been standing here
In the darkness,
And I didn't know what to do
Or what to say
But when you came by
Boy, you gave me strength.
And you told me
Girl you're beautiful,
Now go on with your life
I've never met someone
Who has made me so strong,
But I told myself,
Oh you're amazing,
Oh you made me brave.
The story of my life
Is oh so sad to tell,
But sometimes that is why
Life is so memorable.
The way that he helped me out
Has made me carry on.
And all that gave me courage
Is my awesome little hero.
U R Beautiful,
And I know that I am too.
Well, now, maybe.
U R Beautiful
Boy you gave me strength.
All these years
I've been standing here
In the darkness,
And I didn't know what to do
Or what to say
But when you came by
Boy, you gave me strength.
And you told me
Girl you're beautiful,
Now go on with your life
I've never met someone
Who has made me so strong,
But I told myself,
Oh you're amazing,
Oh you made me brave.
The story of my life
Is oh so sad to tell,
But sometimes that is why
Life is so memorable.
The way that he helped me out
Has made me carry on.
And all that gave me courage
Is my awesome little hero.
U R Beautiful,
And I know that I am too.
Well, now, maybe.
U R Beautiful
Boy you gave me strength.
Dousing you with water
Oh, how graceful
Leaping out of the water
Playing underwater
Having a good time
In the great big ocean
Now I see one, two
So many playing together
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Oh, how graceful
Leaping out of the water
Playing underwater
Having a good time
In the great big ocean
Now I see one, two
So many playing together
This is the first in the World of Poems series. Tell me what you think in comments!
This is kitty190123, with another original article! Check out my profile! I'll fã you if you fã me!
Be sure to cadastrar-se the Young Authors club! A club for all young (that means 18 and under) authors!
I am just composição literária this to get my artigo posted because it says it is too short!
N-O_I-'-M_S-O_S-T-U-P-I-D_T-H-A-T_I_F-O-R-G-O-T!
Olivia Meyers and Cassidy Golden (Doll Version)
The Book Cover: HOURGLASS
The world is hostile,
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?
Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.
Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
Show them who I really am?
I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.
Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.
All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want you to be someone
You really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.
Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All you have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that you imagined.
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?
Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.
Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
Show them who I really am?
I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.
Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.
All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want you to be someone
You really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.
Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All you have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that you imagined.
