Here I write Poems and entries to describe my day and how I feel. I find it's easier for my to type instead of saying so here I go.
3/19/07
I arrive to my home from the prison called school
the birds sing to whom I can not say. Life?, others amung them?
I cannot determine which, but with each new song the day comes to with joy
or sets signalling the end of the day.
We sing amung them that live free
all round the world that which sings this sweet melody.
And those that which we should sing to. For we have much and they have little.
The world wishes, prays, hopes, and dream to one day which they will have this sweet song.
The paths that we choose in which whom we are bring forth to us the life in which we decide.
I see now from those sweet songs bring to us joy, and have which started to spread hope round the globe. I wish we could have change of heart to see the ones in which need assistance. Either if it's your friends, family, cousins, and most importantly yourself. Care, love, and trust should come from all.
Even if scarce, a smile would mean little unto you ,but unto others could bring the best and smallest contribute any would ever need.
I see little enlightenment now. Many discourage others.
If you see any in which who need your help and support, assist them.
ShadowWolf712.....
 HeavenWolf712 · Tue Mar 20, 2007 @ 10:18pm · 6 Comments |
