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~
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Bureaucracy
The bureaucracy has a controlling hand
I look over my shoulder again and again
Are they watching all that I do?
Right now, they could be watching both me and you
They tell us how to raise our children
They tell us how to keep our homes
They tell us what we can and cannot do
Then they lie to both me and you
Our minds are filled with there propaganda from birth
There is no other place like this on earth
We are led to believe that they are only here to help
When all they want to do his help themselves
Their hands are forever in my cookie jar
Because of that, I cannot afford a new car
They let the guilty walk free in the streets
While the innocent has to live with that defeat
Before we go fix the rest of the world
We should turn around and fix our own boys and girls
I look over my shoulder again and again
Are they watching all that I do?
Right now, they could be watching both me and you
They tell us how to raise our children
They tell us how to keep our homes
They tell us what we can and cannot do
Then they lie to both me and you
Our minds are filled with there propaganda from birth
There is no other place like this on earth
We are led to believe that they are only here to help
When all they want to do his help themselves
Their hands are forever in my cookie jar
Because of that, I cannot afford a new car
They let the guilty walk free in the streets
While the innocent has to live with that defeat
Before we go fix the rest of the world
We should turn around and fix our own boys and girls
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Miracles
Don’t go through life looking for miracles. Instead, look at life as if everyday is a miracle. ~ Pammy
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