| I should have done this a long time ago |
[Mar. 12th, 2007|01:00 pm] |
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What is about to follow is for you, for my second family, the people that I love and adore. Well its for me to but mostly for you. Andi, Jon, and Joe i should have told you these things long ago but up until a year ago I couldn't even talk about them in my head let alone outloud. You all know tidbits about what I have been through but not really. I don't really remember exactly what I have told each of you and some of you may know more than the others about different things. This will probably come in installments because writing these things is difficult. To Kiki, Laura, and Shannon: you are the newest members of our little family so to speack. You can read this stuff too if you like, I trust you with my story. I hope i don't come off as an arogant whiny bitch. |
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| why do I love when i still feel pain |
[Mar. 10th, 2007|09:28 pm] |
Have I no control, is my soul not mine?
Am I not just man, destiny defined?
Never to be ruled nor held to heel
Not heaven or hell just the land between
Am I not man, does my heart not bleed?
No lord, no God, no hate, no pity, no pain, just me
Comprehend and countermand
Synchronous guidance. I choose my way
Never to be ruled nor held to heel
No heaven or hell, just the land between
And am I not man?
So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why am I lone and why do I feel that
I carry a sword through a battlefield?
So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why do I fight and why do I feel that
I carry a sword, that I carry a sword?
Like the path to heaven or the road to hell
Our choice is our own consequences bind
We are the kings of wisdom, the fools as well
We are the gods to many, we are humble men
We who build great works just to break them down
We who make our rules so we never fail
So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why am I lone and why do I feel that
I carry a sword through a battlefield?
So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why do I fight and why do I feel that
I carry a sword, that I carry a sword through a battlefield? |
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