Rule #1: NEVER try to compete with music for my attention! You will always lose! I go to a Christian church, and believe in God, and I'm trying to change my life. I love music, and my biggest problem with reality is that it doesn't have a soundtrack. That, and I can't skip to the end to see if I get the boy biggrin
. (yes, I do that when I read, I am very impatient.)
The rose was loved like and angel,
The dandelion was scorned.
The rose was petted, even caressed,
Regardless of its thorns.
The rose is dead,
And so it's said
The rose's blooms were meek.
The dandelion knows
That if it grows
They'll kill it in a week.
(A poem about people choosing the seemingly beautiful things, and not the things that don't have thorns.)
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"We are the ones, we get knocked down, we get back up and stand above the crowd. We are one."