Even if we think we are so much worse,
If we hold them so high on their pedistal.
That we think our love is nothing more than a weak echo of what we are personally capable of.
If we really want them, it wouldn't only be an echo, it would be a full scream of our love.
When we feel that our heart is far away, wandering and staggering through the barren land we call our lives, made from their lies of happy endings.
Thinking our heart will never stop grieving or never stop walking after our fickle Romeo.
Could it be so wrong but to give up, walk away?
Keep our hearts at bay?
Although, to let it wander and feel for itself is what is important...
Could it be so wrong?

As he looked up into my face with his pleeding brown eyes,
I could see the stregth flowing from his gut with his blood.
Any person that walked past seemingly lost in their own world could tell what was happening.
Even a blind man could see it.
Like a candle at the end of its life, so was he at the end of his.
His hands clasped in mine, he lay there staring into my face waiting to tell me.
Waiting to share what was burdening his heart so deep in his chest.
But i gave him a nod, letting him know that i already knew,
His world had been suspended on the thin intertwined strings of a web.
Saving him from the fall... Saved from the perils below.
His snow white face relaxed a bit, but we still knew what was to come in the next minutes.
His face so white as death was upon him, he said 'goodbye beautiful', gave my hand a slight squeeze, blinked away the last of his tears, he fell into rest.
And is face was a picture of peace, he had drifted into uncharted waters.
His soul never to be seen roaming this world again, never to go through any hardships again.
He is never to be forgotten, he died a hero.

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By the way nobody died, well nobody I really knew.

Warrior:
a person who shows or has shown great vitality, courage, or aggressiveness

i believe that its not only the ones who go to fight
..they are warriors... but also
the one who are left behind,
who have dropped their swords when needed,
who go through it all and still move on,
who never gave up even when it seemed hopeless,
who held strong so others could have the hope,
who do whatever it takes,
who do whats right.
I believe that everyone can be a warrior.

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So in other words,
a warrior is a person who will do whatever is needed to move on.
They will stand up, or fall down..
Keep on moving even when they have no legs left because they have been blown off.
They will hold strong with only one are, holding on to their sword.
A warrior knows whats right, when the world turns dark.
And the only light it from the hope he holds in his heart.
Deeper and Deeper we're trying to find our warrior inside ourselves.

I'll be lost in my dreams, with my never ending stories.
When you call for me. I'll be resting my heavy head.
The voices still shouting.
They tell me to sleep, even when i can't close my eyes,
Because what i see is the truth, they try to trick me.
and its amazing.. the things i see now..
So many people are blind because they don't dream.
You let your mind rest, you let it sleep,
so the next day is new and fresh and ready; to be remembered.
As the intro plays, as the sun rises, as we walk onto the stage we call our life.
So our hearts must rise from the murky waters of our thoughts..
We each have different a different intro..
Because we are each different from one another..

My intro i think, is a combination...
A rhythm that comes from my soul..
Ever changing..
Because i'm also changing.
Right now, i think its kinda classical although, it hits the jazz.... :)
Saxophone and all...

We are the music...
Although it never seems to last..
The music fades, as do we..
Our colours leave this artwork we call our life.
And all that is left is a blank broken canvas...

You can hit those notes,
And change those bars..
But the music will always be there... right there.
The music will have the same meaning..
This is how we express ourselves..
Our passion.. Our love.. Our emotion..
Our anger.. Our happiness..
Our life......................
This is how we tell our story..
Through our art..
Through our music..

Can't you hear his soul come from his lips,
With every note played..
Can't you hear it?
His pain and anguish..
His joy and happiness..
His love and passion..
All spilling forth..
From his instrument of choice..
Be is Saxophone, Violin, Piano, Chello,
Drums, Guitar, Clarinet or Flute..
Its all the same..
Its a way that we express ourselves..
The way we open up..

Even those who do not play an instrument,
They still have the music..
They express it through their voice,
the way they talk..
They express it though the way they move,
the way they dance..
They express it through the way they go throught life,
Every deed that is done..
It is music.
Life is music...

Not that i'm not happy or anything...
I just feel conflicted, and missunderstood.
And its proberly the hour of the morning, and staying up to now aswell... hmmm

^__^

I don't think you get what i've been trying to say..
I don't think you understand what time takes away..
I don't think you get what i'm trying to prove..
I don't think you helping it improve..
I think you have been to oblivious to notice..
I think you take all the time in the world for granted..
I think you are just willing to move..
I think you are giving up on me...
I think that when its all said and done..
I think to much.

Save me from my thoughts, although they are what make me, well me.
I don't mind... because they are driving everyone around me into confusion..
Or maybe, i'm just not clear enough...

So what i've been trying to say is...
I don't mind what you do to me, just don't hurt my friends or family.
I don't like the way you go around care free while everyone else is stuck in their own little hell.
I don't like the way you don't care for them.
And yet what i don't get...
is the way i am addicted to your smile..
Man, you just light up my night...
I like it dark.

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This is not all true to how I feel but rather how i have felt at times...
Although people may think it is about them it isn't,
i write i because i feel the need to write,
Because when i've tried to tell you how i feel..
I don't think you get it. :)
But you know me, i always have a smile for you.
A smile for all the others aswell, no matter how much they have hurt me...
And even my worst nightmare, i still smile for it.
But nobody will EVER (!) know what that is.

In account of;;;; freakin' RSI post...

Okay well not certain but it is more possible, that instead of RSI....
It could actually be Arthritis..
At least it isn't RSI and yeah not so bad, i suppose...
Although it still hurts alot.... I don't have to explain what RSI is either..

Arthritis, haha, a friend said it was only for old people...
Haha, my uncle had it when he was younger then me...
Alot of my family has it infact.... So many people...

But now i feel alot better knowing i don't have to where that stupid wrist brace...
I can use my wrist properly, i can type so much (although i didn't mind getting out of sose.... ^_^)
And all i have to do is take these pills and slowly we hope it will get better.
Yay!

How awsome is that!?

I had so much fun tonight,
i talked with my friends that have been gone for 2 weeks,
i got a hug from a guy who is so much taller than me, its awsome!
It wasn't a fake hug, it was an 'embrace'
We fought the gladiators.. i smashed adam.
it was fun... if only it lasted longer.

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We fight those giants,
physical or emotional..
We still have to face them..
Whether where fit or not.
Whether we happy or sad.
Whether we're ready or not.
Because here they come,
They're goning to crush you if you don't fight back.
Because theres always going to be fights.
For right or wrong..
Its still going to be there.

When guys mess you up,
When they are mad at you,
hold your ground.
Don't back down.
They make you cry,
They break us down.
We hide away, its hard not to.
When they leave you behind..
You still got me.

I am your friend, I wont leave you...
At times i drift, i feel unwanted...
But i am still here.
I hate to see you cry.

When you cry, the tears that stain your face, stain my heart.
When you cry, i have to control the urge to cry with you.
When you cry i just want to hug you and tell you everythings gonna be alright.
But i know that would be a lie, because everythings going to mess up now and then.
But i just want you to know... i love you, i hate to see you hurt...
I hate to see you cry.

Your smile is like a summers day, refreshing and cool.
Keeps me under control, it makes me breath.
I love your smile, i love you...
Your my best friends in the world.
And i never want to leave you..

Nobodys ever perfect... Except they get pretty darn close when they smile.

When you sell your heart to a roaming merchant,
you have to expect to be left behind...
Because he keeps on moving to find some more,
your not the only one...

When you sell your heart to that boy in black,
You have to expect to be left in the dark...
Because characteristics are show by actions,
you get confused, lost in the darkness.

When you sell your hear to the ordinary man,
you have to expect to be around...
Because you need him, and really he needs you,
Then you know your loved.
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And nothing can seperate you from eachother.