“To live, is to suffer. To survive, well, that’s to find meaning, into suffer.”
Arabian Proverb
He who knows not and knows not that he knows not,
He is a fool- shun him;
He who knows not and knows he knows not,
He is simple- teach him;
He who knows and knows not he knows,
He is asleep- wake him;
He who knows and knows he knows,
He is wise; follow him.
If I die before I wake,
It’s because you take my breath away,
No one else makes me feel this way,
I think of you every second of every day,
Never thought someone this fine could be mine,
And I love every second we spend time,
You make life worth living,
And my time worth giving,
Life is hard when you’re gone,
Every second feels so long,
You’re a continuous dream,
In darkness you’re a light beam,
I love you more than life itself,
More than fame and wealth,
You’re beautiful beyond compare,
I love everything about you down to your hair,
I dream of holding you under the moon,
And maybe that can happen soon,
I wish I could hear you whisper in my ear,
And hold you close,
‘Cause losing you is my greatest fear,
And every time you speak,
The sound of your voice makes me weak,
I wish you were here,
So I could just hold you near.
It’s because you take my breath away,
No one else makes me feel this way,
I think of you every second of every day,
Never thought someone this fine could be mine,
And I love every second we spend time,
You make life worth living,
And my time worth giving,
Life is hard when you’re gone,
Every second feels so long,
You’re a continuous dream,
In darkness you’re a light beam,
I love you more than life itself,
More than fame and wealth,
You’re beautiful beyond compare,
I love everything about you down to your hair,
I dream of holding you under the moon,
And maybe that can happen soon,
I wish I could hear you whisper in my ear,
And hold you close,
‘Cause losing you is my greatest fear,
And every time you speak,
The sound of your voice makes me weak,
I wish you were here,
So I could just hold you near.
“
| — | John Mark |
Thunder and Hearts, Are So Frightening
Thunder plays its beats
A heart plays its beats
Thunder can be steady at times
A heart can be steady at times
Thunder can be loud and boom in my ears
A heart can be loud and boom in my ears
Thunder can be so random
So can a heart.
Thunder comes every so often, and with
Given circumstances so does a heart.
Their beats harmonize, they stay in sync.
If one goes, so does the other
And what will a heart do without its thunder?
What will a heart do without her?
What will he do without her?
