Never fear when your truth is blamed
Fear when your wrong is justified
No matter how deep the truth will submerged
Truth will find a way to show up to the surface
Don't do it to others what not to do to yourself
Don't be proud to be good at turning the story upside down
Because one day your fakeness will be revealed
Don't say a word for revenge
Hopefully help your heart to cover with feeling
Guilt and restless every time you do not do good.
You can step up to the plate,
and hit that game winning homerun.
Everybody in the stands is cheering,
the newspaper says that your number one.
Or swing and miss and fall flat on your face,
while the other guy rides off with your dreams.
Your girlfriend tucked under one arm,
his pockets bursting at the seams.
Leaving you filled with shame and regret,
trying to find the bullets for your gun.
But remember there’s another game tomorrow,
no matter who it was that lost or won.
So keep on dreaming, planning, and scheming,
all the dreams that might never come true.
It might be happiness, it might be sorrow,
no one knows which is waiting at the end for you.
There is one thing we all have in common,
no matter if your life is filled with rain or filled with sun.
Ain’t nobody going to remember you,
when it’s all said and done.
Where to cut it? It all depends.
If you take too much off the ends,
you will waste a lot of money.
This vegetable's expensive honey -
but if you err the other way,
you'll be chewing half the day.
Make a decision. Have some guts.
Where to slice asparagus?
It's all about to come to fruition
to seath up and boil over in volume and commission
The intention of the off hand is to present the will of the common
driving down to the bottom with no cause to empty the plenty free you see.
I cast no spell to either side tho I hide behind honorable walls ready to peak around the side and utter my righteous mantra.
I might just have fun with the sincerity of others who are afraid of what they are told to be afraid of.
With love so right it's wrong to know when "no" means more to you than to them requiem this intent to stint the stench sent by the unrepentant to persistent intent.
I bask in the glory filled fortified facts that we stack high abroad to attack when everyone is watching.
Desencly watching with no way of knowing where you're going.
If they're told to hate do they know when to cease?
To release all bindings and so called findings of convenient facts
That stack on there mind so high they can't see over their own failure
To see that their freedom has been redefined for their confinement.
Your home is a castle
Heart is your palace,
Your mind is a chamber
For thoughts to cherish.
A hut is a home
Where a rich heart abides
Not the size that matters
But the hospitality with rites.
Food may be simple
Tasty all the same,
Cooked on wood fire
A savour to claim.
Our fate will happen no matter what, but the choices we make up to that point are all under our control
No matter how you live,
No matter how good you are,
You can just be sure the next mistake is not to far.
I stumble and I fall,
I stagger and I crawl,
And although my eyes were open,
Thet might just as well be closed.
As I just crashed right through,
I never noticed I made you blue.
But now I know I will surely try,
To show my love for you as this short life goes swirling by.
How many times must a man come to grips
with all of the troubles in life,
where voyages tend to become sunken ships
and seems every path leads to strife?
How often must he try, despite what he sees,
a battle that’s too big to win?
Where forces are meant to bring him to his knees
and make him start over again.
How many times when rock bottom he’s reached
and no light above finds his eyes,
will he fight to gather the words he’s heard preached,
declaring that he’s meant to rise?
What is the potential of a man who won’t quit,
who holds fast to all that he knows?
There’s power to change the whole world where he stands
if he goes on… despite how it goes.
If you still don’t understand
you can never be in somebody else’s shoes,
you are supposed to be a complete fool,
On the other hand, some would start to question
whether you are,
not to humanity, but to yourself,
somebody useful
wishing all my friends
happy holidays to all
whoever you are
No matter what you do
I'm still in love with you
No matter what you do
I'll never leave you
smart you are,
if you don't take advice,
you can't beat a fool who does
Because you are becoming a real fool.
No matter the matter
God is whom He says He is
No matter the matter
With God everything is possible
No matter the matter
He is the God of yesterday
The God of Today
And God forever
No matter the matter
I am what He says I am
I have what He says I have
I can do what He says I can do
Thank you Jesus!
no matter what you
say to the contrary you
will always keep on giving
me renewed opportunities
to reenter your world even
if they are very sort lived
the chance always exists
even when it may not appear
to be so to the untrained naked
eye of a passer by the chance
still exists and will continue to
exist through the knowing eye
of the two of us
The lyric deft and yet bereft, its logic baldly doffed:
an heir in err, a progeny ‘twas not untimely off’d.
In aggregate, the follicles that sprout the facial hair,
protrude a plain that’s primed for pain, as microbes nestle there.
To mow the glade with steely blade creates a field of woe;
the pain-free knight, his own mote smites, so mites midst hair might grow.
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