There are millions of amazing people in the world,
Some are creative, some are intelligent,
Some have an amazing sense of style.
Some share the pain that others feel,
And some brighten up a dull room just by walking in with a smile.
There are a million more, who can do a million more things,
But those who can do it all are very few,
Each one of them is called a miracle,
A miracle just like you.
All of us have gone through times of joy as well as sorrow,
No matter what it was, you’ve always stood with all of us to the very end.
Believe me when I say this, there is none I know who could ask for a better friend.
Well you’ve not had it that easy yourself,
But only someone as brave as you could handle life as well as you do.
You’re an inspiration to all those who wish to make life worth living,
And to all those who’s waistlines need some trimming.
There are some here, who’ve known you all your life,
Others who’ve known you long enough to learn how important you are,
Well lest just say, that the night sky wouldn’t be as beautiful,
If you weren’t shining up there as a star.
As far as I remember you’ve laughed the hardest at us being lame,
We thank you for that, thank you for pulling us out of our humiliation and shame.
Well on a more personal note,
Every time I fell into trouble, and as deep as possible I did sink,
You always managed to pull me out and show me that life isn’t as bad as I think.
Right from sitting beside me in school, to bringing me the best days of my life,
I thank you for always being there to help my life stay in a rhyme,
It’s really been an adventure; one I hope will last as long as time.
Well what else can I say?
You’ve been my mentor; you’ve been my guide,
Honestly, it’s been an honor standing by your side.
So your 18 now and life out there is waiting to see what this miracle can do.
Its gonna be whatever you make it, so make sure you make it a good one,
And there’s one thing you’ve taught me which I hope you’ll always remember too,
To not turn around to look at your past, walk ahead in life,
For time will mend everything that was left undone.
Well I’ve blabbered on for long enough so I guess I should stop,
I just wish to end by saying, that to this miracle who’s stepping into a life all brand new,
A VERY VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU : )
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Daredevil
From roof top to roof top I make my way,
In the cover of shadow, I break my day.
Down the sides of towering buildings I do crawl.
I watch over the city with a vision that doesn’t see much,
In fact a vision that doesn’t see at all.
Whether I leave my eyes open or leave them shut,
What I look upon is the same,
I live in never ending fear
Of inevitable death.
That’s why as in this unjust air I draw breath,
I fight to conquer fear,
In order to conquer death.
I wasn’t born with this gift,
Neither this curse did I earn,
In fires of tragedy did my normal life burn,
I know wise to stay low,
To try to make a living out of the live remaining in me,
But glory is his who turns his greatest flaw into his strongest weapon
And that is who I chose to be.
One that can’t see what everyone else does, yes I may be that man,
Even then what I see is what no one else can.
I shall fight all that stands in the way of how the world should be,
I shall give up everything to give to all what was taken away from me.
The Devil they same is my name,
And the Devil is what I dare to become.
It feels just like how it does to be in love,
You feel everything around you,
Roses are no longer red; the sky is no longer blue,
And when love is taken away from you is when you must decide,
Whether to follow your heart or to protect what is true.
So from roof top to roof top I swing along,
Fighting to serve justice, fighting against what’s wrong,
Fighting in darkness, forever in darkness.
In the cover of shadow, I break my day.
Down the sides of towering buildings I do crawl.
I watch over the city with a vision that doesn’t see much,
In fact a vision that doesn’t see at all.
Whether I leave my eyes open or leave them shut,
What I look upon is the same,
I live in never ending fear
Of inevitable death.
That’s why as in this unjust air I draw breath,
I fight to conquer fear,
In order to conquer death.
I wasn’t born with this gift,
Neither this curse did I earn,
In fires of tragedy did my normal life burn,
I know wise to stay low,
To try to make a living out of the live remaining in me,
But glory is his who turns his greatest flaw into his strongest weapon
And that is who I chose to be.
One that can’t see what everyone else does, yes I may be that man,
Even then what I see is what no one else can.
I shall fight all that stands in the way of how the world should be,
I shall give up everything to give to all what was taken away from me.
The Devil they same is my name,
And the Devil is what I dare to become.
It feels just like how it does to be in love,
You feel everything around you,
Roses are no longer red; the sky is no longer blue,
And when love is taken away from you is when you must decide,
Whether to follow your heart or to protect what is true.
So from roof top to roof top I swing along,
Fighting to serve justice, fighting against what’s wrong,
Fighting in darkness, forever in darkness.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Shadows of Darkness
Shadows of darkness creep form the skies,
Roomer of evil sailed in the forest's eyes.
Whispers grew of a nameless fear,
As the evil could be felt to be rising.
Such evil that can be not met by the mortal,
Such evil that flows like smoke, flies like ash, and burns like fire.
Such evil that above all other wills has power as the one desire.
Darkness creeps back in the forests, as the evil come forward,
The wind grows impatient, the trees get unsteady, for each one's mind,
Has the fear of one kind, a nameless fear that slithers through the forest,
Such fear that is moving.
You cannot see it, but can hear it move,
You cannot smell it, but can feel it move,
You cannot escape it, for it lingers through every bark,
You cannot get out, the shadow moves in the dark.
You cannot get out.
They are coming.
Roomer of evil sailed in the forest's eyes.
Whispers grew of a nameless fear,
As the evil could be felt to be rising.
Such evil that can be not met by the mortal,
Such evil that flows like smoke, flies like ash, and burns like fire.
Such evil that above all other wills has power as the one desire.
Darkness creeps back in the forests, as the evil come forward,
The wind grows impatient, the trees get unsteady, for each one's mind,
Has the fear of one kind, a nameless fear that slithers through the forest,
Such fear that is moving.
You cannot see it, but can hear it move,
You cannot smell it, but can feel it move,
You cannot escape it, for it lingers through every bark,
You cannot get out, the shadow moves in the dark.
You cannot get out.
They are coming.
To an Angel
Shall I compare thee to the morning sky?
The only glimpse of Heaven that one cannot deny.
Shall I compare thee to the first flying dove?
Raining down peace and true, true love.
To thine charm, no matter what I do compare,
Thou still remains the one.
In the chest of eternal treasures.
Thou art God’s share.
Would it be good enough if I was to say?
That thou art the sun,
Who brings light into all darkness.
Who lifts every flower, every leaf with pride.
No matter how low they may be stooped in shame.
Would it be good enough if I was to say?
That no matter how pretty the dress is.
There is no better bride.
For every heart in every soul
Pounds with only your name.
There are people laden with God’s gifts
That sleep behind every door.
There are many, many paradises created.
The creamy mountains, the silky shore.
Only after seeing all these
One realizes that card tricks and vanishing spells are not all.
Magic is so much more.
Honestly, it would only be fitting if I was to say,
That thou art the miracle that God has never created before.
To this blessing I ask,
A hopefully not very troublesome task.
That Oh! Beautiful Angel,
Would thee hold my hand?
And walk by my side.
May I be thy hero?
The only glimpse of Heaven that one cannot deny.
Shall I compare thee to the first flying dove?
Raining down peace and true, true love.
To thine charm, no matter what I do compare,
Thou still remains the one.
In the chest of eternal treasures.
Thou art God’s share.
Would it be good enough if I was to say?
That thou art the sun,
Who brings light into all darkness.
Who lifts every flower, every leaf with pride.
No matter how low they may be stooped in shame.
Would it be good enough if I was to say?
That no matter how pretty the dress is.
There is no better bride.
For every heart in every soul
Pounds with only your name.
There are people laden with God’s gifts
That sleep behind every door.
There are many, many paradises created.
The creamy mountains, the silky shore.
Only after seeing all these
One realizes that card tricks and vanishing spells are not all.
Magic is so much more.
Honestly, it would only be fitting if I was to say,
That thou art the miracle that God has never created before.
To this blessing I ask,
A hopefully not very troublesome task.
That Oh! Beautiful Angel,
Would thee hold my hand?
And walk by my side.
May I be thy hero?
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Hero I
I will not, at the world stare,
I will not let happen, what is unfair.
I will not just stand at the window and stare at the sky,
I will spread my wings and fly. I will not by the fires of the stars be frightened,
With bravery untold, I will be enlightened.
I will let burn the fire within, That gives me power, the courage to win.
There is someone, who helps me to be strong,
Who helps me differentiate, Between right and wrong.
There is someone who makes me hard as rock, soft as dew.
Someone who makes me brave, honest and true,
That someone! Who is he!
That someone is a HERO, A HERO inside me.
I will not let happen, what is unfair.
I will not just stand at the window and stare at the sky,
I will spread my wings and fly. I will not by the fires of the stars be frightened,
With bravery untold, I will be enlightened.
I will let burn the fire within, That gives me power, the courage to win.
There is someone, who helps me to be strong,
Who helps me differentiate, Between right and wrong.
There is someone who makes me hard as rock, soft as dew.
Someone who makes me brave, honest and true,
That someone! Who is he!
That someone is a HERO, A HERO inside me.
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