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Imagine if I was given one moment,just a single slice of my past.I could hold it close forever,and that moment would always last.I'd put the moment in a safe,within my heart's abode.I could open it when I wanted,and only I would know the code.I could choose a time of laughing,a time of happiness and fun.I could choose a time that tried methrough everything I've done.I sat and thought about what momentwould always make me smile.One that would always push meto walk that extra mile.If I'm feeling sad and low,if I'm struggling with what to do,I can go and open my little safeand watch my moment through.There are moments I can think ofthat would lift my spirits every time.The moments when you picked me up,when the road was hard to climb.For me to only pick one momentto cherish, save and keepis proving really difficult,as I've gathered up a heap!I've dug deep inside my heart,found the safe and looked insideThere was room for lots of moments;in fact, hundreds if I tried.I'm building my own little library,embedded in my heart,for all the moments spent with youbefore you had to part.I can open it up whenever I like,pick a moment and watch it through,My little library acts as a promiseI'll never ever forget you
If we can cry with the human in usWhen the human in us cries,Then there is happiness.If we can smile with the divine in usWhen the divine in us smiles,Then there is happiness.Happiness is in identification;Happiness is in oneness-reality.
When everything's darknessAnd you feel so alone,When the rain doesn't stopAnd you can't make it home,When it feels all is lostAnd you just want to run,It can't rain forever.Just wait for the sun.When family is pain,When friends can't be found,When you just want to screamBut you can't find the sound,When it's all your fault,And you feel like you're done,Just wait for the sun.The sunshine will come.The storm always passes.It won't last forever.The rain always stops and gives way to good weather.The brightest and warmest of days still to come.Please wait for the sun.The sunshine will come.People who need you,People who still love youCan warm up your soul like the sunshine above you.You're never alone,No matter what's done.Wait for the sun.Just wait for the sun.Dark clouds always pass.I promise you, chum.We're all waiting with you.Just wait for the sun.
If at times you feel you want to cryAnd life seems such a trial,Above the clouds, there's a bright blue sky,So make your tears a smile.As you travel on life's wayWith its many ups and downs,Remember it's quite true to sayOne smile is worth a dozen frowns.Among the world's expensive things,A smile is very cheap.And when you give a smile away,You get one back to keep.Happiness comes at times to all,But sadness comes unbidden,And sometimes a few tears must fallAmong the laughter hidden.So when friends have sadness on their faceAnd troubles round them piled,The world will seem a better placeAnd all because you smiled.
I said a prayer for you todayAnd know God must have heard
I felt the answer in my heartAlthough he spoke not a word
I didn’t ask for wealth or fameI knew you wouldn’t mind.
I asked for priceless treasuresOf a far more lasting kind.
I prayed that he’d be near youAt the start of each new day
To grant you health and blessingsAnd friends to share your way
I asked for happiness for youIn all things great and small
But that you’d know his loving careI prayed the most of all.
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle repliedThat "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it.He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did it!Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you’ll never do that; At least no one ever has done it;"But he took off his coat and he took off his hat And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit,He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it.There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure,There are thousands to point out to you one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you.But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it;Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
AngryMadLividFuriousPissedAt youSadDepressedHeartbrokenMoroseMelancholyBecause of youUnbreakableStrongResilientFlexibleToughIn spite of you
Once upon a time, you and all your kind
lived underneath bridgeshad ridges for ribs that dropped off into empty chestsas if your hearts were all stolen treasuresas if an excavation crew were hired to dig up and remove the part of you that let you feeland while the world above you invented the wheel, you stayed putknowing it would one day roll over top of you to get to where it's goingyou had an endlessly flowing supply line of foodyou began to brood over humanity and made meals of our hopeas if crushing our spirits would make your mirrors cast better reflections than the ones they gaveas if the only way you could save yourselves was to make the world ugly so no one would notice you hided in ityou learned to knit pain into a kind of camouflagetreated hope like a mirage that you could use to lure in your next mealyou lived off our fears, you could taste what we fearedand every night, as the moon at bedtime stories on sunlightyou took darkness as an invite to head out into the woodsyou curled your hands into wrecking ballsyour breath became squalls, you made rocks rumble,you made land shiver, you made boys and girls pray that someone would deliver them from youwe told them, you aren't realand then one day, the world changedbut you all stayed the samejust migrated from living underneath bridges to living underneath information superhighwaysdays and nights became meaningless, each already deep in chest became an abyss no one would ever find the bottom ofconcepts like love fell into your gravitywe turned ourselves into life preservers hoping to save as many as we couldbut the fathers who guarded closet doors and the mothers who secured the floors under beds all shook their heads not knowing how to deal with youyou, who crept into our lives, with tongues like knifes stabbing your words into our skinyou began to begin uploading yourselves into our homesyou had computer screens for eyes and software for bonesyou turned your hate into stonesand hurled them at beauty, as if you couldn't bear to see anything other than uglyanything differentyou had fingernails like flint and scraped them against decency hoping we would be the ones to all catch fireyou all had smiles like one-way barbed wire not meant to keep us out, but to keep us inalways like a firing pin, you spoke in explosions...it isn't cute..it isn't funny...you talked strangers into death...and laughed.and as each family learns to graft skin over the wounds you gave them, you helm yourself into the scaryou have coaxed the sober back into bars, handed out cigars at memorialsoffered ways out to those who unfortunately found you before they found helpyou praised sufferingwaltzed in between tragedies, gracefully dipping miseries as if we would be somehow impressed by the dexterity of your animosityyou cheered on rapedashed through police tape as if it were the finish line in a race on who could be awful first..even nowyou somehow see this as an invitation to turn your keyboards into catapultswondering which one of you can be the first to hate us bestyour loathingalready dressed in riot gearready to incite rageas if each message board is a stage who you recite hostility turning freedom of speech into freedom of crueltywe are stuck with youthe same way you are stuck with youyour mind is glue and it keeps malice fastened there like cheap wallpaperwe were once upon a time told that none of you existwe dismissed you as make believe or myth, nowon only with resolvewe can no longer afford to tell ourselves, that you aren't realbut we will not let you make your dinners out of the things we feel.