Crumpled Book; Its midnight, Soon time for twilight, And I think about is Christ, He who brought me, He who will take me away; Twilight, Before twilight I think about her, She too came in this world, And she will remain always in my life, Not just life, My life is more than living, Living is more than life, Living life is being with her, Living is just being with her; We are young, We have all the might, Being strong together, Being strong apart, Being us as individuals is most right, Christ taught me that, My mother made me that, You mother made you right, Not that you met the people right, You just met people who thought they were right; Right, Success, Winning, Principled, Never losing right, Thats what humans do, Without the heart right, Im not right, Im not rigid, But neither am I pliant, Nor am I a fidget, Nor a spineless, Who fakes to be sinless, Who knows what he does will never be right; Its Saturday, Ill tell you about me something today, Its good to read an old book, Even better to read a new book, Where the pages have clutered, Crumpled and a little crushed, Cause Today I tell you why im crumpled, a little still clutered, Many thought they figured me out, Many searched for something that they liked, But went back, when they found everything wasnt right, It was just better than right, In 48 mins, that you searched me, You searched for not what you liked, I felt searched for where I wasnt right; Love thy family, Follow your heart, Respect every individual, For what they are, Listen to your conscious, Understand others before you decide they are wrong, Live for every relation, Strive for every creation, Being Christened is not being rigid, Being Christened is not being me, being rigid; Christ is follow your heart, Love your life, Accept others, not so that you be modest, Take her, hold her cause you mean to live her, Im just a fickle point in the universe, No one to choose, Just to love her, Let her think and decide, What to choose? Not choose, To kindle her heart with the spirit of His might; You are true they are rigid, With hearts made of rules, No love in sight, Still my mother says they right, But she moves to the side, She knows someone will decide me, Someone will think of me, I will think of someone, Who will be right, Who is very right, Then she says, Son you arent right, You are just not right, You are not rigid, So you are my dear son, Of the spirit of might; Its good we opened my book today, You fluttered the pages after a long time, Soon you will understand me, Never rigid, The generation will get stuck, Our love will never grow, People with two faces will forego, Its important than my thought, What your mother taught, Your sentiments, your heart, your beliefs, Your perception of the world, Is what will make our world, Together we will build a small world; Its Him that I believe in, Same as you do, He gave me strength to tell you, Dear, My dear, How much I love you;
Posted on: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 21:45:25 +0000
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