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Life is about knowing when to see the signs And to recognise what it is that defines, All that we are and all that we do Learning when to hold firm and when to let loose, To follow the signs of their instincts And to understand when to resist, And that grasping the truth that…
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We should always celebrate our being Everyday we must keep believing, No matter your colour, gender or faith We all should celebrate, Just who and what we are as we take our place, In this world as the miracles that we be And learn to respect the differences, Between both you and me, I see…
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I can be anything I want to be So why would I want you to control me, I can choose my own destiny So why would I abandon my dreams, In the light of that which you perceive And decided what I should do and be, You are not my God, You are not my…
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Have you ever had a day, that would test a saint? That was my day today, Nothing going smoothly Nothing going right, Getting so frustrated Yeah, it’s Monday alright, The day flew by I want it to end So that tomorrow I can do it all again, But hopefully it’ll be much better and not…
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Nations and their people ripped apart and divided By a concerted campaign by politicians and media, They play stupid fucking games the set people at one another Left wing, right wing, thuggery, Is not one jot of different to me They are all the fucking puppets who follow like sheep, We have to find the…
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The wise travel through life quietly For they know that they don’t know it all The foolish are making all the noise here and there For they think they know it all And kid themselves they’re self aware But the truth is the wise man words are being suffocated By the idiotic rantings and the…
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I write my heart out daily I search amongst the fragments, And the broken shards of joy and pain I sift through all the love and hurt, The anger and the passion To deliver some thing so heartfelt, That it resonates with others I feel the yearning burning in me, And the emotional scars it…
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I cross a huge expanse of snow and ice A landscape of pure whiteness, Punctuated by snow covered mountains in the distance The peace and quietude of that place was piercing Only the crunch underfoot could be heard And a very occasional crack of the ice plate trying to separate, The sun beat down a…
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Cobblestones under my feet I walk these old streets, Looking at people in shop doorways asleep And could society allow all this, Destitute beings who’ve lost their way Lives that went wrong flowing down the drain, Does society do enough or am I pleading in vain For someway of ending this shame, And I know…
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