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The Waking Up Of A Warrior

The warrior is waking from his sleep.
He thinks: "I don't know how to deal with this light, it makes me grow."
Nonetheless, the light does not disappear.
The warrior thinks: "changes will have to be made that I don't have the will to make."
The light continues there - because "will" is a very tricky word.
So the warrior's eyes and heart begin to grow used to the light.
He does not get scared; he begins to accept his Legend, even though it means running risks.
The warrior has been sleeping for a long time. It is only natural that he wakes up little by little.

joan of arc- a perfect warrior

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite."

Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride.".

"Then fire, make your body cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,"
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright

from an innocent little girl she became the hero of france to be burned alive then as a reward for her services to her homeland, for her belief, for her purity, for her strength,

...and even though burned ,she is immortal for what she did.

I read long time ago Joan of Ark from Mark Twein. Her whole story was there .I loved the trial ,her pride not to surrender, her eloquence and bright mind in outsmarting the judges by giving strong arguments ,her spirit that made her rise up.

I am rereading it. I love the book it speaks a lot to me.

Hey what's up

What do you think about this?

When I Saw You For The First Time,
I Just Knew You're Only Mine,
You Where Shoulder I Could Cry On,
Always Making Troubles Gone.

Forgive Me Sometime I Was Cruel,
On My Life There Was No Rule,
Than You Come And Brought A Light,
Telling Me What's Wrong And Right.

When I think about you
I'm afraid I might fall for you again
I bite my bruised lips trying to forget the real pain
Oh my fawn, I even stopped grieving these days
I just ask the people whose words I can't hear
If you're still on your own
Oh my lassie, set off tonight
Go with who ever, doesn't matter
Find someone who reminds you of me
Then I'll try to stop loving you

Re: Hey what's up

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha oliinter
What do you think about this?

Oh my lassie, set off tonight
Go with who ever, doesn't matter
Find someone who reminds you of me
Then I'll try to stop loving you

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Hey what's up

Belive me sometimes is better to give up!
I tryed hard but all i had win is just tears and hard pain!
Anyway this is just my opinion!
I like to be a good warrior but not in the love!

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha oliinter
Belive me sometimes is better to give up!
I tryed hard but all i had win is just tears and hard pain!
Anyway this is just my opinion!
I like to be a good warrior but not in the love!

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Hej pershendetje

Because a single life cannot be enough in order to forget
When it can be loved to your name and to your voice to
think without makes me badly and a single life cannot be
enough in order to forget a history that it is worth every
particular minimum, not to forget!

That is all I have for today!

oliinter

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha oliinter
Because a single life cannot be enough in order to forget
When it can be loved to your name and to your voice to
think without makes me badly and a single life cannot be
enough in order to forget a history that it is worth every
particular minimum, not to forget!

That is all I have for today!

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Hi there

WHY

Why didn't I listen to what they said?
When I thought about it, I was filled with dread
They told me to be careful in all I do
I didn't believe it, this couldn't be true

She said She loved me, & didn't want to hurt me
It was all a lie, now I see
If I listened to my friends from the start
She might not have left with most of my heart

I thought it was different, the love to last
How did this happen? Why did it end so fast?
I won't be the last, and I wasn't the first
How did this happen? Why am I cursed?

They said it's his loss, but I still don't see
Why? Why did She do this to me?
I'll do my best, and try to move on
Even though it feels like my heart is gone
Now I know to listen to my friends
For they will be with me in the end

Hi there

I've nothing to say for today!
"Is just another day in paradise"

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha oliinter
I've nothing to say for today!
"Is just another day in paradise"

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Hi everybody!

My paradise colours for today is black and white!
A single life can not be
enough in order to forget a history that it is worth every
particular minimum!!!!!

Pershendetje

Check this out!

Nothing to Gain

I sit in my room, day after day.
Wondering how you could hurt me that way.
I gave you all my love and you broke my heart in two,
Now I wonder... What did I do?

I go to the closet looking for a gun,
I can no longer live after what you have done.
Memories run through my mind,
The days were happier when you were kind.

I gave you my love, my soul, and my heart
And all you did was rip it apart.
I sit on my bed, gun loaded and in hand,
Listening to music by our favorite band.

A single tear runs from my eye...
It's over, it's time for me to die.
I want to be with you more than anything,
But being with you- what would that bring?

More sorrow? More pain?
I was losing everything with nothing to gain.
Sitting on my double bed,
I raise the gun up to my head.

Slowly I pull the trigger back,
That's when everything went black.
It's over now, I am gone...
I hope you're happy, look what you've done.

Love is full of nothing but sorrow and pain,
I want you to realize- you have nothing to gain.

Hard fighting soldier

I swear,
I long for you
i am craving
for some pure spiritual milk
Truly
i can't fight without it
i am a warrior
i was called
to fight
and stand firm
stand faithful
never retaliate
fierce passion
never ignore
shine the light
never give up
always rejoice
what sword of Spirit
and helmet of salvation
and belt of truth buckled
in the battlefield
sometimes my head is held high
and an army can't break me down
sometimes
i shy away
and tremble like a leaf
and it is then
it is then
that i draw strength
that i reverse the events
the arrow
the sword
a battle started in the mind
and acted out in the spirit
i fight a war with no blood
i fight a war of spirits
of controling forces
a war of life
of love
of happiness
of the true beauty,
of the woman's heart
that has been assaulted
so many times
by the prince of this world,
there was an assalut on my heart
for so many years
i am fighting back
my King is on my side
and i, a faithful soldier
will help people
find back
their hearts...