ivory white....
ohh the smooth soft curves, and delicate contours...
dressed in its bright scarlet dress...
licensed to kill
fallen enemies now flood the door way
ohh the seductive white contours ,
occasionally stained by the scorching sun light- a pale yellow on her flawless skin...
licensed to kill...
how do you escape such a fate..?
how do you escape her ?
she is the world's most deadly and widely used assasin
...
her movements like a sparrow
her speed like a cheetah
her eyes like an owl..
...
intelligent amongst god's wonderful creations
lively
she is found in all of us
she is found on all of us...
think ....
she is like a sharp knife ...kills without drawing blood...
she is ..........
our words...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
who am i? - casting crowns
who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.
Bridge:
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
Cause I am yours.
I am yours.
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.
Bridge:
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
Cause I am yours.
I am yours.
are you ready?
your headdress stifles unders the schoring mid-day sun..
the trinkiles of anoying sweat seem to have drenched your navy blue uniform...
your arm aches screaming as muscle fibres try to hold your forearms parrallel to the grown so you don't look like a moron trying to support the over sized flag currently resting on a holster near your groin area.
the parade seems so far so good .... apart from a near knock out experience , a coarse throat ,
a fast blurring image of the parade commander..
ohh the parade commander..
part of my feels envy that he is where he is..
yet another part of me feels relieved i ain't shoutng commands in a language i do not know...
your toes wrigle aimlessly about your roomy boots ...
black boots .... hot sun ... deadly combination...
remember , you are an SI ... your rank means you're suppossed to be the best...
mow is the time .. be the best ....
the commander returns to his position...
readies the contingents for their march past ...
this is it....
your cca flag catches a random breeze and almost caused the flag pole
to slip out of your hands..
its okay , i reassured myself.... more of a life than a reasurance
heres something with more truth in it ..
"whats the worst that could happen? die only..." Qoute from my president..
its seemed quite true ... death would probably be what i would getting after this..
my arm droops..
the march.....
it feels good to finally be moving ...
whats more important is that whether or not we're syncronized...
march past the contingents ...
march past the reviewing ofiicer..
march off ...
simple ... not that bad ...
or at least that was what i thought..........................................
the trinkiles of anoying sweat seem to have drenched your navy blue uniform...
your arm aches screaming as muscle fibres try to hold your forearms parrallel to the grown so you don't look like a moron trying to support the over sized flag currently resting on a holster near your groin area.
the parade seems so far so good .... apart from a near knock out experience , a coarse throat ,
a fast blurring image of the parade commander..
ohh the parade commander..
part of my feels envy that he is where he is..
yet another part of me feels relieved i ain't shoutng commands in a language i do not know...
your toes wrigle aimlessly about your roomy boots ...
black boots .... hot sun ... deadly combination...
remember , you are an SI ... your rank means you're suppossed to be the best...
mow is the time .. be the best ....
the commander returns to his position...
readies the contingents for their march past ...
this is it....
your cca flag catches a random breeze and almost caused the flag pole
to slip out of your hands..
its okay , i reassured myself.... more of a life than a reasurance
heres something with more truth in it ..
"whats the worst that could happen? die only..." Qoute from my president..
its seemed quite true ... death would probably be what i would getting after this..
my arm droops..
the march.....
it feels good to finally be moving ...
whats more important is that whether or not we're syncronized...
march past the contingents ...
march past the reviewing ofiicer..
march off ...
simple ... not that bad ...
or at least that was what i thought..........................................
NPCC
"We the members of the National Police Cadet Corps, do here and now solemnly and sincerely pledge that:
We will always bear true faith and allegiance to the President and our Republic of Singapore.
We will always be loyal and true to our country, our people and the government.
We will always be prepared to serve our country and community.
We will always preserve the peace and uphold the law."
lonely?
have you ever felt alone ?
unwanted in the cold poring rain ...
and the world seems to be moving in black and white in slow motion....
or maybe left on the balcony ...
hung out to dry like one of the old t-shirts that people don't really care about?
well ....loneliness..
just remember ,only people at the top get lonely.. it is not that you are unwanted its just that
you impose a demeaneour of respect and fear unto others ...
this is done even with your knowledge ...
the world is often seen as a dark entity ..
most of the time this is due to the person loking at his or her own shadow whilst standing
in his or her own sun shine
...
you are not alone...
this world may be unfair .. that doesn't mean it isn't good.
..
live you life each day to the maximum......
and if you are able to do the things i've stated at the most crucial points in life ,
tell me how....:)
unwanted in the cold poring rain ...
and the world seems to be moving in black and white in slow motion....
or maybe left on the balcony ...
hung out to dry like one of the old t-shirts that people don't really care about?
well ....loneliness..
just remember ,only people at the top get lonely.. it is not that you are unwanted its just that
you impose a demeaneour of respect and fear unto others ...
this is done even with your knowledge ...
the world is often seen as a dark entity ..
most of the time this is due to the person loking at his or her own shadow whilst standing
in his or her own sun shine
...
you are not alone...
this world may be unfair .. that doesn't mean it isn't good.
..
live you life each day to the maximum......
and if you are able to do the things i've stated at the most crucial points in life ,
tell me how....:)
the little nitty gritty advices - every body's free ( to wear sunscreen)
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97. Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen
would be it. The
long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the
rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my
own meandering
experience... I will dispense this advice now
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh,
nevermind, you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until
they've faded. But trust
me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way
you can't grasp now, how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous
you really looked. You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that
worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by
chewing bubblegum. The
real toubles in life are apt to be things that never
crossed your worried
mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle
Tuesday
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't
put up with people who
are reckless with your's.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're
ahead, sometimes you're
behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with
yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the
insults. If you suceed in doing
this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank
statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do
with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22
what they wanted to do
with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still
don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're
gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
have children, maybe you
won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40. Maybe you'll dance
the funky chicken on
your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do,
don't congratulate
yourself too much or berate yourself either - your
choices are half chance,
so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... don't be
afraid of it, or what
other people think of it... it's the greatest instrument
you'll ever own.
Dance... even if you have nowhere to do it but in
your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines they will only make
you feel UGLY.
CHORUS
Brother and sister together we'll make it through.
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there.
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you.
And I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they
might be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they're your best link to your
past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future
Understand that friends come and go, but for the
precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography
and lifestyle because the
older you get, the more you need the people you knew
when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes
you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but leave before it makes
you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise,
Politicians will
philander, you too will get old. And when you do, you'll
fantasize that when
you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians
were noble, and children
respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe
you have a trust fund,
maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never
know when either one might
run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're
40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with
those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly
parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
CHORUS
Everybody's free. Everybody's free.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen
would be it. The
long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the
rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my
own meandering
experience... I will dispense this advice now
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh,
nevermind, you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until
they've faded. But trust
me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way
you can't grasp now, how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous
you really looked. You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that
worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by
chewing bubblegum. The
real toubles in life are apt to be things that never
crossed your worried
mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle
Tuesday
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't
put up with people who
are reckless with your's.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're
ahead, sometimes you're
behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with
yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the
insults. If you suceed in doing
this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank
statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do
with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22
what they wanted to do
with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still
don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're
gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
have children, maybe you
won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40. Maybe you'll dance
the funky chicken on
your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do,
don't congratulate
yourself too much or berate yourself either - your
choices are half chance,
so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... don't be
afraid of it, or what
other people think of it... it's the greatest instrument
you'll ever own.
Dance... even if you have nowhere to do it but in
your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines they will only make
you feel UGLY.
CHORUS
Brother and sister together we'll make it through.
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there.
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you.
And I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they
might be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they're your best link to your
past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future
Understand that friends come and go, but for the
precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography
and lifestyle because the
older you get, the more you need the people you knew
when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes
you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but leave before it makes
you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise,
Politicians will
philander, you too will get old. And when you do, you'll
fantasize that when
you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians
were noble, and children
respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe
you have a trust fund,
maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never
know when either one might
run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're
40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with
those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly
parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
CHORUS
Everybody's free. Everybody's free.
critical times
These are critical times my friends,
truth be told this was what we have been afraid of..
the sky casted a dull gloom as the thick air , reeking of the mangled corpses of our dreams ,
started to choke us.
"the walls are moving in on us...."
"think javin think...
what on earth did you do the last time the world felt as if it was collapsing on you?"
Tiny spheres of sweat burned down my bruised arms...
" Not exactly the kind of eden you were planning for now is it?"
the now close to boiling beads of sweat felt like molten iron...
drip... drip.. drip...
they fall from my face...
my courageous facade tumbles like a house of cards under a crippling storm...
so hence doomsday.....
"what is that?"
who .. what.. when.. where.. why.. how?
a perfectly still being crouched down amongst the pile of debris and twisted carcasses
she looked up at me ...
surprised.... that should probably be the last thing to find in her eyes...
what else would a little girl like her be thinking of a group of 15 strong, gruffy men like us holding weapons that could kill anything within a 5 mile radius.
i walked up to her ,lowered my rifle....
in that same instant she looked up at me..
crying...
all the pain and tire of my venture through the wastelands seemed to all but wash away...
in that instant, my enemies could attack me ..
i wouldn't have known or bothered...
and that meant to me now , was keeping her safe....
safe from the zombies and the deaths
"protect her , i told myself" as i picked her up
flawless pearls fell from her eyes as she tried to hold them back
her eyes red from all the crying, still held thier beautiful onyx gem stones in place ...
so beautiful... like a freshly picked flower in spring...
yes, my friends have gone by now but i have found something
so precious i would trade all my life for...
doomsday ?
how on earth could this be doomsday ? i mocked at myself...
as i turned back towards the horde of living dead ..
for her i fight on..
for her i live on ...
i reloaded my rifle and prepared for battle...
the sky ain't so dark...
life still ain't quite as miserable...
for her......
truth be told this was what we have been afraid of..
the sky casted a dull gloom as the thick air , reeking of the mangled corpses of our dreams ,
started to choke us.
"the walls are moving in on us...."
"think javin think...
what on earth did you do the last time the world felt as if it was collapsing on you?"
Tiny spheres of sweat burned down my bruised arms...
" Not exactly the kind of eden you were planning for now is it?"
the now close to boiling beads of sweat felt like molten iron...
drip... drip.. drip...
they fall from my face...
my courageous facade tumbles like a house of cards under a crippling storm...
so hence doomsday.....
"what is that?"
who .. what.. when.. where.. why.. how?
a perfectly still being crouched down amongst the pile of debris and twisted carcasses
she looked up at me ...
surprised.... that should probably be the last thing to find in her eyes...
what else would a little girl like her be thinking of a group of 15 strong, gruffy men like us holding weapons that could kill anything within a 5 mile radius.
i walked up to her ,lowered my rifle....
in that same instant she looked up at me..
crying...
all the pain and tire of my venture through the wastelands seemed to all but wash away...
in that instant, my enemies could attack me ..
i wouldn't have known or bothered...
and that meant to me now , was keeping her safe....
safe from the zombies and the deaths
"protect her , i told myself" as i picked her up
flawless pearls fell from her eyes as she tried to hold them back
her eyes red from all the crying, still held thier beautiful onyx gem stones in place ...
so beautiful... like a freshly picked flower in spring...
yes, my friends have gone by now but i have found something
so precious i would trade all my life for...
doomsday ?
how on earth could this be doomsday ? i mocked at myself...
as i turned back towards the horde of living dead ..
for her i fight on..
for her i live on ...
i reloaded my rifle and prepared for battle...
the sky ain't so dark...
life still ain't quite as miserable...
for her......
by him , for her
You are not my friend, i value you more than that.
You are not my enemy , i pray that day to never come.
you are not my mistress, it would be degratory to call you that.
you are not my wife, i love you even more than that.
you are not my government , your words mean more than the law
you are not my idol, you can do so so much more.
you are not my god , i guess that is the only thing you cannot be to me.
you are what you are , and who i want to be.
nothing less than perfection.
You are not my enemy , i pray that day to never come.
you are not my mistress, it would be degratory to call you that.
you are not my wife, i love you even more than that.
you are not my government , your words mean more than the law
you are not my idol, you can do so so much more.
you are not my god , i guess that is the only thing you cannot be to me.
you are what you are , and who i want to be.
nothing less than perfection.
by javin
You make the world seem so cold
Perahps that's why you are
The warmest sun the moons must envy
The heat you feel is but the lamp of
Your heart.
Let your shades be cast aside to reveal the
Purest and brightest of light to guide hundreds
And unto the hundreds, thousands more.
May you become stronger than ever before
And through the coming tests,
Show the world who you truly ,deeply are....
Nothing less than the most perfectly flawless
Person to grace these lands.
:) ps: it is not suppose to sound like a love poem.=3
Perahps that's why you are
The warmest sun the moons must envy
The heat you feel is but the lamp of
Your heart.
Let your shades be cast aside to reveal the
Purest and brightest of light to guide hundreds
And unto the hundreds, thousands more.
May you become stronger than ever before
And through the coming tests,
Show the world who you truly ,deeply are....
Nothing less than the most perfectly flawless
Person to grace these lands.
:) ps: it is not suppose to sound like a love poem.=3
two worlds
Put your faith in what you most believe in
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lies we see
A paradise untouched by man
Within this worlds blessed with love
A simple life, they live in peace
Softly tread the sand below your feed now
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see
Beneath the shelter of the trees
Only love can enter here
A simple life, they live in peace
Raise your head up
Lift high the load
Take strength from those that need you
Build high the walls
Build strong the beams
A new life is waiting
But danger's no stranger here
No words describe a mother's tears
No words can heal a broken heart
A dream is gone, but where there's hope
Somewhere something is calling for you
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lies we see
A paradise untouched by man
Within this worlds blessed with love
A simple life, they live in peace
Softly tread the sand below your feed now
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see
Beneath the shelter of the trees
Only love can enter here
A simple life, they live in peace
Raise your head up
Lift high the load
Take strength from those that need you
Build high the walls
Build strong the beams
A new life is waiting
But danger's no stranger here
No words describe a mother's tears
No words can heal a broken heart
A dream is gone, but where there's hope
Somewhere something is calling for you
Two worlds, one family
Trust your heart
Let fate decide
To guide these lives we see
coward of the county
Evryone considered him the coward of the county.
Hed never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.
His mama named him tommy, the folks just called him yellow,
But something always told me they were reading tommy wrong.
He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.
I looked after tommy cause he was my brothers son.
I still recall the final words my brother said to tommy:
Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun.
Promise me, son, not to do the things Ive done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
It wont mean youre weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope youre old enough to understand:
Son, you dont have to fight to be a man.
Theres someone for evryone and tommys love was becky.
In her arms he didnt have to prove he was a man.
One day while he was workin the gatlin boys came callin.
They took turns at becky.... there was three of them!
Tommy opened up the door and saw his becky cryin.
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddys picture.
As his tears fell on his daddys face, he heard these words again:
Promise me, son, not to do the things Ive done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
It wont mean youre weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope youre old enough to understand:
Son, you dont have to fight to be a man.
The gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom.
One of them got up and met him halfway cross the floor.
When tommy turned around they said, hey look! ol yellows leavin.
But you coulda heard a pin drop when tommy stopped and blocked the door.
Twenty years of crawlin was bottled up inside him.
He wasnt holdin nothin back; he let em have it all.
When tommy left the barroom not a gatlin boy was standin.
He said, this ones for becky, as he watched the last one fall.
And I heard him say,
I promised you, dad, not to do the things you done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please dont think Im weak, I didnt turn the other cheek,
And papa, I sure hope you understand:
Sometimes you gotta fight when youre a man.
Evryone considered him the coward of the county.
Hed never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.
His mama named him tommy, the folks just called him yellow,
But something always told me they were reading tommy wrong.
He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.
I looked after tommy cause he was my brothers son.
I still recall the final words my brother said to tommy:
Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun.
Promise me, son, not to do the things Ive done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
It wont mean youre weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope youre old enough to understand:
Son, you dont have to fight to be a man.
Theres someone for evryone and tommys love was becky.
In her arms he didnt have to prove he was a man.
One day while he was workin the gatlin boys came callin.
They took turns at becky.... there was three of them!
Tommy opened up the door and saw his becky cryin.
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddys picture.
As his tears fell on his daddys face, he heard these words again:
Promise me, son, not to do the things Ive done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
It wont mean youre weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope youre old enough to understand:
Son, you dont have to fight to be a man.
The gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom.
One of them got up and met him halfway cross the floor.
When tommy turned around they said, hey look! ol yellows leavin.
But you coulda heard a pin drop when tommy stopped and blocked the door.
Twenty years of crawlin was bottled up inside him.
He wasnt holdin nothin back; he let em have it all.
When tommy left the barroom not a gatlin boy was standin.
He said, this ones for becky, as he watched the last one fall.
And I heard him say,
I promised you, dad, not to do the things you done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please dont think Im weak, I didnt turn the other cheek,
And papa, I sure hope you understand:
Sometimes you gotta fight when youre a man.
Evryone considered him the coward of the county.
crash and burn
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it's back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relieve and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face the day
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
Because there has always been heartache and pain
And when it's over you'll breathe again
You'll breath again
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it's back on you
Give me a moment please
To tame your wild wild heart
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
And the world has turned it's back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relieve and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face the day
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
Because there has always been heartache and pain
And when it's over you'll breathe again
You'll breath again
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it's back on you
Give me a moment please
To tame your wild wild heart
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
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