Ik weet niet hoe je eruit ziet Ik weet niet wie jij bent en ik weet ook heel zeker dat jij mij nog niet kent Maar ik droom van je elke nacht weer Je loopt dan voor me uit en hoe ik ,t ook probeer Ik haal je niet in je loopt te hard en laat mij achter in mij smart Maar eens zal ik je ontmoeten waar je ook bent Eens zal ik je inhalen hoe hart je ook rent
De taal bestaat uit zoveel woorden Alles is uit te drukken in de taal behalve waar mijn leven werkelijk om draait.
Jaren heb ik gezocht naar de juiste woorden om je te vertellen hoeveel ik van je hou hoeveel ik om je geef.
Ik denk dat we nu onze mond maar eens moeten houden en elkaar op en andere wijze onze gevoelens duidelijk moeten maken.
Onze liefde bestaat niet allleen uit een dagelijks: ik hou van jou maar omvat veel , veel meer Maar dat is niet in woorden uit te drukken Begrijp je wel?
Zoveel verdriet heb ik je gedaan zo moeilijk heb ik het voor ons gemaakt Ik kan je niet laten gaan dat is iets dat mij te diep raakt.
Zonder jou is mijn leven incompleet voel ik mij zo leeg Gun mij wat tijd, ik wist niet wat ik deed Had mijzelf niet meer in bedwang en gaf jou een veeg En jij...? Jij zweeg!
Ik wil met jou een toekomst opbouwen samen gelukkig zijn Alles delen, pure liefde, van elkaar houden een waardevol leven, met niet te veel pijn.
Hopelijk is dit ideaal te realiseren Ik ben bereid ervoor te vechten en zal jij mij niet de rug toekeren zodat wij ook geen wonden hoeven te hechten.
Onze liefde zal de stormen kunnen overwinnen waardoor wij aan een mooie,zonnige toekomst kunnen beginnen. En , om hieraan te bouwen geef ik je mijn hele vertrouwen.
On September 11, 2001 we had the blood of 5,727 innocent lives shed upon American soil all in the name of hate..
They Will All Be In Our Hearts Forever
It is a beautiful sun filled morning yet I have an unexplained sense of evil and sadness around me. The city is awake as travelers make their way to work and parents getting their children to school. I look across at Time Square and notice the time is 8:45am and thinking you better hurry or you will be late for work.
Suddenly I hear an explosion. I look in the direction of the sound and see smoke coming from the North Tower of the World Trade Center. An airplane has crashed into it's side.
There is mass confusion. Police and Fire Fighters are rushing into the Tower to help the people exit to safety. Oh Dear Lord people are jumping out of the windows and falling to the street below. What is this hell that has been cast upon us?
People stare in shock and disbelief now as a second plane flies directly into the South Tower. Looking back at Time Square I see the time now is 9:03 am. The streets are littered with paper and debris from the offices in the two Towers. It's now 10:05am and people are now running from that direction as I witness the the South Tower crumbling to the street below. Trapping thousands ... Moms and Dads, Sisters and Brothers, Sons and Daughters.
Why?
Oh the dust, the smoke, the flying debris is so thick you can see nothing. It is all but impossible to breathe. The pain of what has happened is so great you can feel nothing else.
It is 9:43 am there are reports of another plane flying into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. I don't understand. What is happening? Who could wish such horrid wishes or even entertain such unthinkable thoughts. Why is this happening in a country that represents Freedom and welcomes strangers from any land to pursue a better life?
A life of Freedom, in my America?
I try to reason when I know deep inside there is none. I hear the words echoing in the air 'Lets Roll'. It is now 10:10 am and yet another report of a hijacked plane crashing in Summerset County in Pennsylvania
It is now 10:28 as I witness the North Tower tumbling to join her sister that already lay upon the street below I look across at the Lady of the city. Even though the air is thick and visibility is poor, I see something glistening on her cheek in the last few remaining rays of the morning sun.
Will it stop the pain? Will it make me feel better? It is unbearable, and I cant help but
Crying
Why must everything be this or that? Why must everything be so hard? Especially to love And to stay in love
Crying
My eyes are red And I dry them and wonder if you know what is happening to me What I am going through Do you even care? What kind of man are you Is it easy to take and take? Is it easy to walk away to another? Do you care of my pain and my lost
Crying
Will it stop the pain? Will it make me feel better? It is unbearable, and I cant help but To cry
So tonight I lie upon my bed And tears flow and I wonder What was it all for? All this time-- All the conversations, plans, dreams, The I Love Yous The never to live without me or that I was the best thing that ever happened to you
Was it all a sham? To obtain only what you need and wanted And you never thought about me That I am also a human, who feels, who breathes air, who loves, and who loved you. Did you know, it all left me so all alone and left me
dry your eyes let the salty water touch your fingers feel the icy chill the taps flowing the water running what is the cause of this my child my angel my life why do you cry? does your soul feel shattered? does your body feel broken? Did you let down your barrier? The one you hold so dear The one you yearn for Did you let him in? With out knowing it Only to have a little bud grow in the barrier To grow To consume Till the very essence that was there before Fell into pieces Like a ruin of a palace Beautiful when alive Haunting and chilling Once the life is gone And the rain falls The palace can never be how it was before It can be replaced But not as strong Not as stable Or it can be replaced by a different palace One that is blacker Colder Chilling Harder Harder to crack And fall to pieces But the door will be harder to move When the time comes What palace will you chose? Either way My child My angel My life Dry your eyes And live to see another day
Granny Angel watches over me She's not really my granny But she is to me. Even though you'd never ask Or feel bad about Taking her charity She's just one of those people Who reaches out With genoristy and kindness, To lend a helping hand, She knows she Doesn't have to But she does It's nice to know That someone cares, She's always there Whether it be In good times or need. Granny Angel, thank you! It's a blessing That we have A special angel like you!
