Someone come inspire me? XxX


FightingLiving in a small town where broken dreams are made underneath a polluted sky. Down in the streets where the kids get lit and the dead walk through the night.Fighting
Ive had enough now of all of your lies I need to make my way
Out of the streets where dreams are broken and the dead come back to life
Find your own tomorrow our heroes sorrow
made tears fall from your Eyes.
We are the ones who are fighting, fighting for the future when our parents are the sinners.
Come follow my believers break free from those who stopped the dr


home to youWake up baby Im sorry to say im leaving Not forever coz I no I still need you Gone for now but I no its gone too long All I know is ill come home to you (ill fly back to you)home to you
So please come clarity when I go to sleep
Ill choose the kitchen floor as where youll lie with me Well waste away and forget everything But for now just go back to sleep
Hey there baby I no its been a long time I miss your smile dam I miss your laughter Gone for now but I swear not for much longer I still know that ill come home to you (ill fly home to you)
So


HomeWaking up in modays gloom in the single bed that used to have us two Your smell still resting in my room.Home
Walking home at 8:45 Im just tempted to walk all through the night And leave all of this behind
City lights are blinding tonight but not as bright as the person i once knew that lightend up the room
and im just waiting fro a sign to postpone the outcome And im still hoping that...
Youll find your way home youll realise im home youll find your way home to find, to find what it was that you left behind.


Plane ticket to New ZealandLondon’s never felt this cold, Its been a long few months but this feeling ain’t old There’s more I could of said But that last goodbye left you in my headPlane ticket to New Zealand
Sorry for the tears in my eyes I promised myself I wouldn’t cry I waved goodbye you got on the plane Now your gone life wont be the sane Cuz a plane ticket to New Zealand Took my best friend away.
I remember all our songs One about being far away for too long Postcard came in perfect time Hearing your voice keeping me up all night
Sorry for the tears in my eyes I promis


Apology From The EnemyI look away from the pictures of the bloodied children,Apology From The Enemy
I shudder and close my eyes to shut out the images of the forsaken innocent- Torn from their mothers breasts, ripped from their fathers grasps. They're called casualties of war, and unfortunate losses. They become a statistic, a number reported on the evening news, Their names only rememberd and screamed out by loved ones Children, the future of this world, have become the new lost generation,
Their only crime is being born into a world where oil is more valuable than blood, and greed and national pride take presidence over morality and i


My GardenMy garden is not a wilderness Yet it's not that neat either In my harden, many plants growMy Garden
Though they look not at all arranged Three chickens wander through the grass While a rabbit looks on with longing From behind the bars of his small prison He longs to leap and bound Through the flowerbed To chase the cat, how he longs to be out there In my garden, children used to play 'Til they all grew older Now one sits alone with a pen in her hand Jotting down all she knows of this place
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xSamx
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