I remember a girl from the slums, who's life was really humdrum,

To peer pressure she would succumb so her friends started calling her dumd.

They said, she would always live in the slums, the men she date would be ****, only a house full of babies would come and they would all grow up to be bums.

Saying such nasty things to keep her under their thumbs. Only she didn't dance to the beat of their drums, cause she knew she had control over her outcome.

Well, years passed she did overcome, no longer under their thumbs and she don't live in the slums because she has a very hefty income.

Now they're eating her crumbs and want to call her chum. Now who's Dumd.

He was super cool would break all the rules, said the heck with school, stubborn as a mule, was labeled a fool.

Life became cruel, he tried to use some tool's but his learning was minuscule, found himself in a cesspool.

But he didn't let it overrule. He went back to school, learned the golden rule, came out of that cesspool and found he's a true Jewel.

Life's like a giant pool, sometimes you'll swim into a whirlpool, which is why you'll need the right fuel.

Now what you definitely can't do is drool while sitting on a stool being scared of the pool... Stay In School.

There stands a man who's brave had many close shaves, wasn't at all afraid ,not even of the grave.

He was a total knave, would always misbehave because he was downright depraved.

Now he would rant and he would rave like he belonged in a cave. He thought he had it made, not knowing to Sin, he was a slave.

Til one day he had a crave but someone else needed a fav. He couldn't understand why from his heart he gave.

Then he was hit with a shockwave, from that moment he was saved. No longer is he depraved cause he was laved, now his way is paved.

Neither is he a slave for The Lord Forgave. When you break away from sin a new life will begin.

Stop being A Slave. Be Truly Brave.

There was a man who was afraid he wouldn't make the grade. In the past he'd been betrayed, now he spends most of his time in the shade playing charades.

Then along came a real babe, who's name was Jade and he strayed but got played, then caught in a raid.

Now mind and body are starting to degrade, he feels like sitting on a grenade. And life, he tries to evade. While the tears cascade his life is portrayed a masquerade.

So he went to himself and prayed, out of the blue came aid. The things in his life he weighted, then arrayed, now he's on a crusade.

So whenever you become afraid because you have strayed and run into a blockade. While the consequences are coming in spades. Remember, most of Your problems. You Made.

But you can always upgrade like the man who went to himself and prayed. Now his life is arrayed and he's on a wonderful crusade.

So beware of escapades you can easily get played.

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But tomorrow I will try
To get all answers asked by time
What is right, and what is mine.
Yes, tomorrow I will fly.

I will turn, and I might burn
All I had to conquer.
Black
Will burn to ashes.
Right
Is to follow your heart.

Don' t tear it apart.
Just push the re-start
And don't look behind.

I’m broken up about my thoughts never being spoken  

I hold onto those words, my eyes have barely opened

My thoughts are consumed of memorizes we use to share

But now I must strip them off, I’m bare

In the shower I let the scalding water, drop by drop run down my skin

Afraid that I made a mistake by letting you back in

I have bruises, tenderness surrounding my heart

I’m having cold feet, I should have known from the start

That you would create this electric shock passing through my veins

I feel as if we will never really be the same

I scrub off the smell of your cologne from my pours

Just the feeling of your plump lips leaves me sore

I try to wash off the feeling of your finger tips from my scalp with shampoo

But this routine will inevitably bring me back to you

Because I love your touch, your lips, your smell

But that’s a secret I’ll keep from you, will never tell

I’ll count the days until I’m back under your blue satin sheets

But for now I’m left with the mental pictures I keep

Would you expand
                          a tear
                  for one never known?

But shed a moment
                 for one that
               never needed one??