Our words are what make us immortal. They live on while our bodies die, passed on throughout the ages. Saved forever for the world to hear and read. Our voices gone, no longer heard, but our words live on forever. ~Pammymcb~
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Green
So what does it mean to be so green,
To open eyes to bright morning light,
To be born on Earth, believing no sight,
To be part of someone other’s dream?
How does it feel to be unreal,
To lose your soul, no self-control,
To understand life takes its toll,
To be part of someone’s world, surreal.
To open eyes to bright morning light,
To be born on Earth, believing no sight,
To be part of someone other’s dream?
How does it feel to be unreal,
To lose your soul, no self-control,
To understand life takes its toll,
To be part of someone’s world, surreal.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
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