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We drift through life like plastic bags in the wind, finding ourselves compelled on a course known to no-one but the anonymous forces that make each of us their toys.
We survive, We go on, What doesn't kill us makes us strong. We hurt, We cry, Always try but lie. We see, We believe, But judge it constantly. We bully, We destroy, Just to fill ourselves with joy.
We grow past time. We will be a different person in future compared to our youth. Thus I am no exactly who I am. We are changing and growing.
"All of history and the daily newspaper testify that the human race lies in ruin—spiritually, morally and physically.
When we are really happy, what really are we. When we are broken, what are we. When we can’t stand up once more, what are we. We are human. We are human and human is all we will ever be.
The world goes by, Pain, suffering, persecution, life and death. It matters not to this spinning top of life, It is there to revolve and revolve it does. Sunrise after sunrise.
We never really know the truth behind a persons smile. We never really know the depth of someone's pain. We can never truly identify the happy and the unhappy from what we see.
Little silver cogs, They turn and turn and turn. Working what's inside, Making the little clock work. The small hands they move in tandem, They know where to point and go.
I long for a world. Where everyone is loved. And every one is needed. I long for a world where everyone is perfect. Everyone is unique.
It’s a cruel world. So I’ve been told. By the ones who are supposed to know. And there is no fair. No one really shares. From the goodness of their souls. People speak. The wiser preach.
What is this life that has come to be. Every day a reflection of what has made me Does everyone live it. Or with the smallest tap do they slip and sigh of the edge of the map.
Refugee from a war-torn land, Wonders where she'll sleep tonight, Orphaned, homeless, destitute, Clings to hope yet sees no light.
Do you see the man with straggly hair. No money for food or change for fare. His nails are black and teeth are rotten, He knows more than you've forgotten.
Why. Why must life me so unfair, with so much hate, and despair. Why must people die, people cry, people lie. Why can a soul never be free. Why do the tools of oppression capture you and me.
Some people say everything is possible. Well obviously they never knew that THESE are truely impossible. Teaching a person with no sight how to see.
I sit up in my little 'home' Not made of bricks, not made of wood, not even a little piece of stone. This is what I live in; A cardboard box-room enough for one.
If war never existed, We would all be happy. Running together, hand in hand, Through the gold splattered meadows, Enjoying every second.
You read about it in the paper. The disaster, the earthquake, the evil dictator. You hear it on the news, The ones who die, The ones who lose.
Jump, jump, jump down Jump from the cosmos above From the black, the silver dust From the imagination of God The endless, limitless bounds Come and stand with us Stand with your chest puffed out Lock...
It's when you realise you're nothing. Vague, pointless, indistinct, grey and empty. No better than the man arranging melons in a supermarket into neat rows, 4x4.
It's when you realise you're nothing. Vague, pointless, indistinct, grey and empty. No better than the man arranging melons in a supermarket into neat rows, 4x4.
I know sometimes we think too much, Some shallow ideas and thoughts. Deeply Philosophical are most of them, Like Confucius and Marx.
Spring had finally sprung Lovers and leaders come Follow the weeping rivers Down to the milky shore Where we had once been before Blood stained and oiled over Mother earth ravaged and...
People cannot choose where, when, and into what conditions they are born. From the moment of birth, each person must live on life's terms. The world is cruel. But that's only natural.