
…
For a long time I wanted to see you again,
my old childhood friend.
There were some things I wanted to tell you
and I knew you would understand.
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For a long time I wanted to see you again,
my old childhood friend.
There were some things I wanted to tell you
and I knew you would understand.
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His head on my shoulder
I feel his breath on my neck
A quick kiss, then a deep sigh
Letting me know that he is happy
I never thought I’d say this,
but I’m glad Christmas comes only once a year.
I’m having a hard time getting to the point
where I am filled with all that good cheer.
Continue readingTill poverty knocked at her door
She never knew how bare
The uneventful days of those
Who have but want and care.
Not fitting in, is not always a bad thing.
Sometimes we have to be true to ourselves.
Sometimes we just aren’t in the mood.
A friend in Germany sent me the link to a song, and I would like to share it with all my blogging friends. The lyrics are in German, sung by many famous European artists who all decided to not ask for any kind of pay or reimbursement to be able to participate in this powerful arrangement.
Continue readingIt probably started
in a whisper, a murmur,
a low tone hardly caught by the papers,
a sticker, a poster,
a brick wall with slogans in fresh black paint
How dare we let a glossy page
trap us in a self-conscious cage?
It’s criminal.
It’s cruel.
It sets us up for our fall.