The Supporting Character You you do it all without thanks. When they see you they stare at an enigma, because you are true to you. You never do things "right" You are never a failure despite having failed many times. they can't see your star shinning and so they set you aside looking for a light that carries fool's gold. You are the supporting character. A bad romcom disaster. Many may see a walking wreck but we all been cast with respect to being that. What they don't see is each day when you do something. They don't need to know how kind you are, how much you sacrificed. They don't need to see all you have done with the little that you have. No one needs to give you a golden statue to show that you were here. Just being is enough because you are already satisfied with the role you have been given.
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Fade Away
Fade Away Just like the grass that withers under the Sun terrified by His wrath. Like the water the dries up humilated by all it had not done. Just like snow melting under its own wait will you too fade away? When the flowers bloom not knowing it is its doom will you too fade a way. When the wind blows the dust under its mighty gust will you too fade away? Will you stand or take flight like a bird hounded by its prey. Will you walk in the light or cower meanacingly in the night? Will your beauty perish under the pummeling of all the ugly in the world? Will you stay? Or will you fade away?
When One Door Closes
When One Door Closes When one door closes thank God. That door means no more drama no more tears. No more of those barren years. That closed door means you survived now is your time to thrive. All the lies have been found out and in your mind is no more doubt, it's time to move on. When that door closes you can begin again. You made your mistakes no need to look back take that new escape you can get back on track. Look to the one now opened bid the closed door goodbye that was not the hill on which to die. Do not linger there before you say your amen.
Indaba
Indaba We will come like avengers from the four corners of the earth where we have been scattered and gather. Here around this fire we will tell stories of how we triumphed blazed through failures like wildfire and jumped the line of discord that tried to derail and intimidate. Here we will remember that we are someone mighty and valiant our Ori go before us and we are not afraid. No we cannot be stopped our energy comes from remembering. We are forked lightning that can never be stopped.
Life
Life Life is a harsh teacher and you will learn the grass isn't always greener and youthful exuberance relegated to its urn. Life doesn't give you extra point because you meant well. It will show you, you don't know what you need to know by bringing you low. Life uses time as the tool to showcase the rules, that can keep you from dying. Though you start off sprinting Life slows you us down, so in this lifetime you can make your imprint.
What Shall I Teach?
What Shall I Teach? I am no saint so how can I teach how can I lead you to your destiny? What do I have to offer but my stumbles and falls those it seems I gave my all? These must be enough. You can look all you want to put me under your microscope I still will be me. Go ahead and judge me see I failed many tests still have no formula for success but I have my identity. I know I am weak I know I have let you down when you try to give me my crown. I know I am not perfect. But this is good somehow. I can sprinkle big drops of wisdom on parched ground. I know each morning dew will let my words find you. I know my life can bless the grass that still has tenderness. I know my life can shower your herb garden bring you healing.
So Much Trouble in the World
So Much Trouble in the World The devil says... Let's imbibe negativity find all the hate and insensitivity give it exclusivity and a voice. Let's kill all that is good until every last soul cries as those around them die helplessly hopelessly... But can we try to resist the temptation to revel in distate and hate? Can we try to find good again smile again walk in the light again even when we wrestle with our private pain?
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