I WONT BE LEFT BEHIND....

Quit, Give up, You're beaten....

Are things I hear in my head...

Weary, disheartened, disappointed...

Alone, I lay in my bed...

Those voices say I'm a loser...

They say I'm no good...

I'm told I should try no more,

'Coz I'd fail if I would..

But somewhere inside my heart,

The flame of hope still burns...

It says I should keep trying

'Coz pain and pleasure take turns...

My heart tells me to spread my wings

And give it another try...

Its time I let myself be...

Its time I don't be shy..

Its time I follow my dreams..

Its time I listen to my heart..

Its time I let go of disappointments,

And once again I start...

Its time I play with butterflies

And let the flowers bloom...

Its time I let merriness

Rightfully take over the gloom...

Its time I rejoice in my being

The person that I am...

Its time I give up indolence

And pep up for the glam..

Why waste my time crying

Over things that fell apart...

When I have the choice to let joy

And gaiety play their part?

Quit, Give up, You're beaten....

They still shout in my head...

But I don't give in 'coz I know

I can win the race instead!!

EVEN THIS SHALL PASS AWAY......BY THEODORE TILTON

ONCE in Persia ruled a king
Who upon his signet ring
’Graved a motto true and wise,
Which, when held before his eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance
Fit for any change or chance.
Solemn words, and these were they:
“Even this shall pass away.”



Trains of camel through the sand
Brought him gems from Samarkand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to rival these.
Yet he counted little gain
Treasures of the mine or main.
“Wealth may come, but not to stay;
Even this shall pass away.”


’Mid the revels of his court,
In the zenith of his sport,
When the palms of all his guests,
Burned with clapping at his jests,
He, amid his figs and wine,
Cried: “Oh, precious friends of mine,
Pleasure comes, but not to stay —
Even this shall pass away.”


Lady, fairest ever seen,
Was the bride he crowned his queen.
Pillowed on his marriage bed
Softly to his soul he said:
“Though no bridegroom ever pressed
Fairer bosom to his breast,
Mortal flesh must come to clay —
Even this shall pass away.”


Fighting in a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield,
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent.
Groaning, from his wounded side,
“Pain is hard to bear,” he cried.
“But, with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away.”


Towering in the public square,
Twenty cubits in the air,
Rose his status grand in stone;
And the king, disguised, unknown,
Gazing on his sculptured name,
Asked himself: “And what is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay —
Even this shall pass away.”


Struck with palsy, sere and old,
Standing at the gates of gold,
Spake him this, in dying breath:
“Life is done, and what is death?”
Then, in answer to the king,
Fell a sunbeam on the ring,
Answering, with its heavenly ray:
“Even death shall pass away.

LETTING GO....

As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend
I brought my broken dreams to God because He was my friend.

But instead of leaving him in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them and cried, "How could you be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do? You never did let go."

FOR ONCE......

For once………

If I could just hold you and not let you go…

How much you mean to me, I’m dying to show…

Every beat of my heart, to you, I owe…

For once…

I wish to live my life with you by my side….

I want to make up to you with smiles for all the tears you’ve cried…

I want to bring to life every part of your heart that has died…

For once…

Wish to relive those hand grasps, those hugs, that stupid silly fight…

The way we’d do anything to steal each other’s sight…

Just loved it how your kisses made the gloomiest days bright…

For once…

Want to go back to the time when we were high…

When we spent days together but didn’t know time would fly…

When the hardest thing on earth was to say good bye…

For once…

I want to live a dream where you are completely mine…

Where love would abound, where ecstasy would shine…

Where troubles would be far and happiness shall be thine…

For once…

I love you not for who you are but for what I am when I’m with you…

I’ve heard people say this, but now I believe its true…

If I could just feel like a princess for being loved by you…

For once…

That sneaking into empty parking lots, and in moments, catching someone stare…

That time when we did not bother if anyone was there…

I want to feel that feeling again when we lay on the bed, bare…

For once…

For once, I want to close my eyes, hug you and say I Love You…

For once, I want you to tell me you love me, even if it is not true…

For once, I want to wear my white dress, have you by my side and say “ I Do!! “…

For once…