Nebulaeyes77

Come along and sing with me, we'll sing of times gone by so merrily Come sing with me, The tunes of another day Come along and drift with me, over the mountains, forests, and seas Let's drift away On Strawberry Clouds of Another Day Come along and swim with me, like a mermaid we'll dive and dream Come swim with me through the tropical world of another day Come along and paint with me, WE'LL PAINT THE SCENES OF LIFE IN PRIMARY Come paint away the scenes of another day

Sunday: because the first thing we saw was the Sun Monday: because next we saw the Moon Tuesday: because there be twwooo ... of us Wednesday: because next we were wed Thursday: because animals have fur and we have considerably less Friday: because furry animals taste good fried Saturday: because after chasing furry animals all week we've gotta sit down and rest 7 days, because it's the number you get if you add our names together ^^,

He is but a seemingly hopeful martyr in his plastic bag existence. Bound to servitude as tightly as he is bound to his own two arms. Though beyond his obedient expression and beneath his diminishing stature, a tower stands from which can be heard the beatings of a mighty heart; whose music shines a light in his eye. This man oppressed in body is a free soul flying - as although physically he may be bound by bars, he looks up at the stars.

Time hung suspended in silence. It was one of those moments where you find yourself counting the minute before the clock counts the second. It was a book worthy moment that was about to belong to the media, writing it now would just seem wrong, whereas writing it beforehand would have been ironic. Covering the front page headline in tomorrow#s yesterday's news. A moment that would last forever in an almost genetic fashion, but that which was passed along by the alleles of mouth and word, instead of the more renowned and conventional way ...

In darkness hides the words that broke my heart My heart bleeds tears of Gold. Your eyes were the fire that drew me in But now they haunt me and itch my skin. I'm not yours to push around You're not mine to pick me up when I fall down I don't know why I look to you To make me feel complete. I close my eyes and drift away though my soul is lost without your voice. Another Page, Another Story But you will always be my Words. Amoung flames of heaven and Clouds of hell You walk amoung my golden Streams. I turn once more and say to you You make me feel complete. My heart bleeds tears of gold, You make me feel complete.

I wear it around my neck this object close to my heart. It's ponders it's world, a foot blow mine. Though it cannot speak or feel, I take it everywhere and give it life. It sees my dreams through it's metal eyes, this object close to my heart.