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A True PurposeThough the light is beautiful and bright,
and gives also hope and delight,
to those who can see the colours of the light,
they are blind in the darkness of the night.
Even if the light can show you your paths,
you still need to rest and relax.
Though the light can show you the beauty of life,
you still need to rest upon the shadows of the night.
And nothing can forever be awake,
even gods, plants, and animals need to rest to replenish their life,
so nature created a partner for the day called as the night,
yet many see it as the time of evil and fright.
But darkness is only a time to dream and to rest,
so when morning comes you can do your best,
to discover the world and learn from the rest,
so you need to sleep and dream for the best.
so for those who cannot understand the meaning of darkness,
then you are blinded by the colours of the light,
so there is a riddle I would like you to answer.
"I am born with darkness and sorrow,
but nourished in time for a greater tomorrow.
What am I?"
My Favorite SongSong from: Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron
by Bryan Adams
I hear the wind across the plane,
a sound so strong that calls my name,
as wild like the river,
as warm like the sun,
Yeah it's here,
this is where i belong,
Under the starry skies where eagles have flown,
this place is paradise,
is the place i go home,
Back up singers:
The moon on the mountains,
the whisper through the trees,
the waves on the water,
Let nothing come between this and me,
cause everything i want,
is everything this here,
and when we'r all together,
there's nothing to fear,
Back up singers:
ho ho hoooo,
And where ever i wonder,
the one thing I'v learned,
it's to here i will always,
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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