There was once a boy I knew

And I knew him all too well

There was no better friend than him

Between the gates of heaven and hell

We always cared for one another

If you could see us, you could tell

For we knew each other a lot

And we knew each other well

…

Our childhoods flew away together

Amongst the green fields and the rain

Without a doubt, we thought out loud

We would never feel the pain

Of a precious friendship lost

Under any stress or strain

For our childhoods were spent together

Amongst the green fields and the rain

…

As we grew, like they always knew

Life knocked at our doors

It never came to devastate

But exposed our bond to pores

It was the same boat we ferried

But now without our oars

For we grew up way too fast

When life knocked at our doors

…

Now the swinging slinging days

Are behind us and are gone

All that’s left is the hustle bustle

From dawn to dusk to dawn

Pulled away from happiness

Towards money we’re now drawn

Soon enough the memories will

Be behind us and be gone

…

I wonder if we have a choice

Well I don’t know it at all

To free and liberate our souls

Or to stand up against the wall

If you could turn back the time

Would you brave and make the call?

For there was a boy I knew

Now I don’t know him at all

I don’t understand the world and the world doesn’t understand me

I was born from the waters and will be tossed back into the sea

I never intended to find a meaning. I was just happy to be

A part of someone’s smile, dream, hope, love or memory

Here are some secret beauty tips
Not that you really need it
You are just so beautiful
You still might want to heed it
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Lend someone a helping hand
Help someone who is in trouble
Gift a smile to the grieving
Watch that glow grow double
…
Spend time with a baby
Find a bumblebee on a bud
Hear the skylarks singing
Your heart will pump more blood
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Take responsibility for your actions
Accept your defeats with grace
Be humble in your victories
Get a sparkling, jolly face

Is Life a screening

To keep us from intervening

With Love, Nature, World

And God’s real meaning?

If this world were more perfect

We’d have more heart and less brain

More squirrels and less pain

Less religion and more blossoms

More humility and less problems

More love which is sacred

Less anger, less hatred

More leaves with shining droplets

Less gadgets and less idiots

More violins and trumpets

Less critics and more poets