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Secrets Within -09202004-
I know a little girl, so dear, who likes you a lot,
Admires you truly and deeply.
Yet, she doesn't want to let you know,
For she's afraid that you might go.
I hate people like her, people like martyrs, who think too much of others than themselves,
Though I say, it's not a crime to care,
But please, I say, think of yourselves as well.
That is one of the many secrets I know about that girl,
Yet, I don't have the heart to hate for that,
'Why' you mst ask but then I must say,
I cannot hate that little girl for I cannot hate myself.
In The Midst Of War -09222004-
Call my men! We shall go!
On to the mountains, high and low,
Use you weapons, arm yourselves,
Release thy spears, until thy death.
Arguing minds, uncertain answers,
Give in to questions which haunt thy mind,
Everything unsolved and nothing's right.
To a soldier, so brave to fight,
Offended might he be, but soon, he may die,
For life is uncertain in the battlefield,
In some way, you would have no needs.
Go and fight, mighty soldier!
Heed the call of your dying brother.
To you, I lay it all - my life, the people and the honor.
In The Clouds -09202004-
A child once dreamt of seeing the whole world,
On top of the greatest mountain, so high,
He dreamt of sleeping on the fluffiest cloud,
And his lullaby is the wind's most soothing sound.
He wished to dance with God,
God, the Heavenly and Almighty Father.
To laugh with the angels, up above,
And to play with their instruments on the softest grounds.
In an instant, God disappeared,
Like a bubble that popped and went nowhere.
But sure, he was, that there was an angel with him,
The angel was flying with him, he was wrapped around by angelic arms.
The angel led him to a golden gate, high in the sky,
With God in the center, on top of the whole world, up in the clouds so high.
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