Live.Laugh.Love.

What mysteries our fortune has woven, Only our hearts should hear them. Slowly, slowly as we enter the gates Of misty atmospheres of unguaranteed hopes. The shadows of white clouds of dreams Into the hopes go deep indeed. You and I are both lost in awe Beholding dreams, sleeping or awake. This life is a story, What will happen, there’s no way to know. This life is a caravan, Where would it go, there’s no way to know. It’s as if sparks flow, All over our veins, throughout the body. Our wits are light and refreshed, But it’s as if nothing’s under control now. Restlessness in every limb of ours, Becoming lightning, it snakes through us. Sometimes, among these untold moments, A cloud of sweet pain overshadows the body, Breath tangled, our hearts pound heavily. Who knows how our trouble gets erased? This life is a story, What will happen, there’s no way to know. This life is a caravan, Where would it go, there’s no way to know.

C ome, joining together, we'll sing a song, both melodious and beautiful, in which may there be only the sweetness of the flowing emotions. I've learned how to hum, how to continuously smile, since you've become dear to my heart. You and I shall sing a melody, a melody of life and of every happiness and of love. A tiny, little darling flower bud softly told me this: he is blessed in this world, who has received the love of others. The flower bud now blooms to the fullest; so beautiful with vibrant colors as never before. I and you shall sing a melody, a melody of life and of every happiness and of love. Come, joining together, we'll sing a song both melodious and beautiful, in which may there be only the sweetness of unconditional friendship. I've learned how to hum, how to continuously smile, since you've become dear to my heart. You and I shall sing a melody, a melody of life and of every happiness and of love...

Will thou be there to rescue and my hand hold, When rushing to drown me the sea would come, Will thou be there when day turns night and cold When the wick decays, my limbs become numb Will thou allot me thy cloak soft to sheath When this temporal home to dust fades Will thou lend me a corner in thy heart When my heartbeats stall, brain turns to jelly Will thou be there waiting with open arms When this caged door opens to let bird fly Will thou come to lead me to my abode My true abode blissful in thy sweet lap!

Never let life get you down, don’t get caught up in endless rounds of could-I or should-I, block your ears from hearing that it’s not realistic, don’t believe that dreams won’t come true, Forget living in the so-called real world, ignore those who state it will never happen for you. Instead, remember to dream large, fly high, design life the way you want it to be. Just remember its your dreams, and its your life. And its just you.. so never say never.

You say that you can’t go on,that it all feels too much . . . Shall I agree that this is the only way, that nothing will ever improve? Shall I grant you permission, or solace, or your need for forgiveness? Shall I give you leave to end your life upon this Earth? No, that I will not do. Shall I sing a song of tear-cried rivers from anguished souls left behind? Shall I tell you of my angry heart that rages against allowing your light to die? Or, shall I fight for you, and with you until the day you draw your last breath? Oh, yes, THAT I will do.

Where does this bridge lead? Who would know? A Moment to heed, Or a Place to go? Along our Paths, Bridges we find, Quesions we ask, What will I find? Will this bridge hold me? Will I fall into the abyss? If I don't cross now, What would I miss? Where does this lead? Where to go? A moment to heed, Or a place to go?

Some people think of diamonds. Some people think of gold. But I think of things weird. Things no one can do. Things no one can think of. And I think of my best friend. I think of you. Till the night grows cold. Your memories keep me safe. Visions of us keep me warm; And miles away from worries. Some people dream of riches. A whole lot of money. But I think of you when lonely. I think of my precious friend. I think of you.