That strong mother doesn't tell her cub, Son, stay weak so the wolves can get you. She says, Toughen up, this is reality we are living in.
quote by Lauryn Hill
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Toughen Up
(t. britten/g. lyle)
Hes the kind that takes the line of least resistance
In this situation cupid needs assistance
I can tell you this in confidence
You should learn a little self-defense
Toughen up
You better believe it
Toughen up
Youre gonna need to
Toughen up
Dont let him get the best of you
Toughen up, yeah
What youre looking for is only wishful thinking
Word is out all over town whose bell hes ringing
Wont you take a little good advice
Youre better hiding what you feel inside
Toughen up
You better believe it
Toughen up
Youre gonna need to
Toughen up
Dont let him get the best of you
Toughen up, yeah
Dont let him tell you what to do
To get him running after you
Pretend you dont care about the guy
Never let him see you cry
If you love him take a tip from me
Its a sensible philosophy
Toughen up
Enough is enough
Toughen up
Show him youre hot stuff
Toughen up
Dont let him get one over you
Toughen up, yeah
Toughen up
You better believe it
Toughen up
Youre gonna need to
Toughen up
Dont let him get the best of you
Toughen up, yeah
Toughen up
Enough is enough
Toughen up
Show him youre hot stuff
Toughen up
Dont let him get one over you
Toughen up, yeah
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Last Living Souls
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That's no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn't sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn't seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up...
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin' on
The coldest man doesn't see it's all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
Yeah, we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
song performed by by Gorillaz
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Mother Nature comes up against reality, and the reality is that the system doesn't work.
quote by John Garamendi
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Strength in weakness
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
A typical Pauline sophism?
A typical Pauline syllogism?
A typical Pauline casuistry?
A typical Pauline homily.
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Paul was disabled, you see
Was he blind? You ask
Was he lame? You ask
Was it a speech impediment?
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Oh! He was strong in spirit
But weak in appearance
He can’t be our leader, they said
He’s an embarrassment
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Paul said: “Yes, I am weak
But God’s strength is made perfect
In my weakness not in my strength
So up the weak and down the strong! (my words!)
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
We are all weak in some way
Weak in our words
Weak in our walk
Weak in our talk
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
But for God, weak means strong
Kingdom values, Kingdom virtues
Jesus’ values, Jesus’ virtues
My values? my virtues?
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
So the lamb not the lion
The humble not the haughty
The lowly not the lofty
The penitent not the proud.
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Let’s value then the weak
And remember they are strong.
If I am proud, then I am wrong
If I am conceited, then I am wrong
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
Let’s fill the Church then with the weak
Push in the wheelchairs
Roll in the scooters
Help the handicapped walk in.
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
When I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness
“At even, ere the sun was set
The sick oh Lord, around thee lay
Oh, in what divers pains they met
Oh with what joy they went away
And none oh Lord, have perfect rest
For none are wholly free from sin;
For they who fain would serve thee best
Are conscious most of sin within.
Thy touch has still its ancient power
No word from thee can fruitless fall
Hear in this solemn hour we pray
And in thy mercy heal us all.”
Paul’s thorn in the flesh
For when I am weak,
Then I am strong
Strength in weakness.
poem by James Hart
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Mother Said
Mother said, dont leave me
There are monsters at the door
I put on all my armour
But I couldnt find my sword
But therell always be tomorrow
Just you wait and see
If they come to take you prisoner
Ill be there to set you free
Mother said, Im grown up
In a sunday shirt and tie
As long as I can see you
Can I hold you when I cry
Therell always be tomorrow
Ill be so big and strong
Ill sleep with all the lights out
Not afraid of anyone
I need you to stay
I need you to stay
I need you
I need you
Mother said shes sleeping
So I climbed back into bed
But the monsters took her prisoner
Thats all that father said
So I thought about tomorrow
And I learned to be alone
Making friends with shadows
As they moved around my home
Mother never leaves me
I can always see her smile
I sit here in the evening
To talk to her awhile
Therell always be tomorrow
Just you wait and see
I know that any moment
She will come to set me free
I need you to stay
I need you to stay
I need you
I need you
I need you to stay
I need you to stay
I need you
I need you
song performed by by Air Supply
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Bullied
Try to be,
Me,
For a day,
And you'll say hey,
Your life is bad,
So be a good lad,
Don't bully me,
Cause you see,
You make me,
Angry.
I become frightened,
And you become enlightened.
Do you enjoy being mean,
And having more green?
Well,
I don't.
Please stop,
Before you get hurt.
I might be weak,
But I am strong.
You might be stronger,
But your weaker.
I'ld like to say,
That you weight,
Alot more,
Then I.
Please don't bully me,
Please don't hurt me.
I am weak,
But strong.
You are strong,
But weak.
So be strong like me,
Cause I'm real angry.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Push Me
Album: No Excuses
Ever since the world's been turning
It turned away from me
I've been pushed across the planet
To find my destiny
I've been running away from something
Thats deep inside myself
I've been running till that someday
When I reached the border's edge
Refrain:
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like that
Push me living on the edge
The weak play the strong out of fear of what's wrong yeah
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like that
Push me living on the edge
Im sick to death and learned the lesson
I'm still running yet I don't got
Ground beneath my feet - something is tracking me something is wrecking me
I'm still running and I don't have
Time to fall into deep
Refrain:
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like this
Push me living on the edge
Im sick to death and learned the lesson
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like that
Push me living on the edge
Im sick to death and learned the lesson
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like this
Push me living on the edge
The weak play the strong out of fear of what's wrong yeah
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like that
Push me living on the edge
Im sick to death and learned the lesson
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Lullaby
My mother's an expert in one thing:
sending people she loves into the other world.
The little ones, the babies--these
she rocks, whispering or singing quietly. I can't say
what she did for my father;
whatever it was, I'm sure it was right.
It's the same thing, really, preparing a person
for sleep, for death. The lullabies--they all say
don't be afraid, that's how they paraphrase
the heartbeat of the mother.
So the living grow slowly calm; it's only
the dying who can't, who refuse.
The dying are like tops, like gyroscopes--
they spin so rapidly they seem to be still.
Then they fly apart: in my mother's arms,
my sister was a cloud of atoms, of particles--that's the difference.
When a child's asleep, it's still whole.
My mother's seen death; she doesn't talk about the soul's integrity.
She's held an infant, an old man, as by comparison the dark grew
solid around them, finally changing to earth.
The soul's like all matter:
why would it stay intact, stay faithful to its one form,
when it could be free?
poem by Louise Gluck
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Mother Doesn't Want a Dog
Mother doesn't want a dog.
Mother says they smell,
And never sit when you say sit,
Or even when you yell.
And when you come home late at night
And there is ice and snow,
You have to go back out because
The dumb dog has to go.
Mother doesn't want a dog.
Mother says they shed,
And always let the strangers in
And bark at friends instead,
And do disgraceful things on rugs,
And track mud on the floor,
And flop upon your bed at night
And snore their doggy snore.
Mother doesn't want a dog.
She's making a mistake.
Because, more than a dog, I think
She will not want this snake.
poem by Judith Viorst
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Sonnet # 398
As like no doubt the appetite`s behavior
That asks for food when it has had food had
Does kill all wants of food becomes its hater
Only to later come; wish food `gain bad.
So`s the desire of intercourse all know
That when it`s satisfied knows not the flesh;
That e`en with Venus to bed would not go,
But then does come another day strong, fresh.
Thus is my love for all the human race
That weak becomes when I see people`s worst
Only to come, lo, strong like mother`s embrace
When I see people`s best, like mad a thirst.
So I go low and high in this my living.
Somtimes I laugh and others cry sad giving.
poem by Luis Estable
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Sometimes
Isn't it like me
to want to say
things I can't explain ...
in simple ways?
Why should I be sane?
Why can't I be crazy?
Sometimes I'm up,
sometimes I'm down,
I choke on words,
and make no sound.
Sometimes
Sometimes I'm weak
sometimes I'm strong
living with the fear I don't belong
Sometimes
Why is it so hard
to know myself?
Underneath this skin you'll find
someone else.
Don't be so surprised
when you look inside me
inside me
Sometimes It's black
sometimes It's white
you hide behind electric light
Sometimes
Sometimes I swear
sometimes I pray
suddenly the guilty disobey
Sometimes
Sometimes I'm weak
sometimes I'm strong
living with the fear I don't belong
Sometimes
Sometimes I stand
sometimes I fall
I throw myself against the wall
Sometimes
Sometimes I sink
sometimes I swim
tell me why my world is caving in
Sometimes
Sometimes it's sweet
sometimes it's raw
trying to get so high like I did before
Sometimes
Sometimes in love
sometimes in hate
sometimes it's all a big mistake
Sometimes
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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~~~Why divide....? ? ? ? ~~~
Moon illuminates
World with silver rays
Make no division
Thatched roof or concrete roof tops
Rich or poor; strong or weak.
T ender breeze
Refreshes the earth
No divisions
Thatched huts or concrete palace
Sandy desert or rain forest
Soothing living being
No divisions!
Harmony of the wild
With trumpets of tuskers
Cuckoos; bells of deers
To the rhythm of
Gibbering monkeys & croaking frogs
Has no restrictions
Rich or poor
Strong or weak
Nature has no restriction; No divisions
Yet, human being’s towards divisions
Continue to divide, endless divisions
Colours, ethnicity, north or South
Developed- 3rd world
Even divide “God”
My god is not my rivals’
What a pity?
Trees produce oxygen
For all living being
We never breathe our own “oxygen”
Little realize I breathe what you exhale
Why we divide …
Why we hide …
The reality of life
Leaving the pride.
poem by Kolitha Lelwala
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In Need
Every night I dream youre next to me
Tenderly
You say my name
You stay close enough to keep me here
Then disappear
When were face to face
And if you carry me tonight
I would be strong enough to fight
And when youre weak and cant go on
Id be the bed you lay upon
And blue is blue
And so am i
cause I want to be with you tonight
And youre not the only one in need
You know everybodys watching me
And what they see
Is me watching you
In the middle, time is creeping by
And I wonder why
Youre so removed
And if you carry me tonight
I would be strong enough to fight
And when youre weak and cant go on
Id be the bed you lay upon
And blue is blue
And so am i
cause I want to be with you tonight
And youre not the only one in need
Come on baby
Life is just a net into which you dive
And Im getting
Closer to you now
If I love you
Will you run away
And if I stay
Will I disappear
And if you carry me tonight
I would be strong enough to fight
And when youre weak and cant go on
Id be the bed you lay upon
And blue is blue
And so am i
cause I want to be with you tonight
And youre not the only one in need
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Snow wolves
I can hear the wolves
Howl in the distance
The howl is suddenly
Dampened by the falling snow
In a clearing
I see the wolves howl
Perched on the slanted rock
They cry to the moon
The moon cries back
It cries with agony
It cries because of death
Death witnessed beneath it's glow
The wolves turn and howl
The snow doesn't let up
But blows harder
Through blind panic
i run
I hear the wolves howl
Only it isn't in the distance
poem by Eric Ripley
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Gone
All alone at the crack of dawn
Waking up to find you gone
It's Not like i thought you would stay
Anyway
I miss you..
Does that change a thing?
I still love you..
What would that bring?
Still loving you like this
I get frowned upon
So I put my invisable mask on
It's not going to change
Because you're still gone
Being weak does not help
But being strong doesn't either
You leaving or hating me
I'd rather have neither
You're tied to my heart
With an invisable teather
Even though you're still gone
Gone forever
poem by Midnight Lily
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Just My Imagination
There was a game we used to play
We would hit the town on friday night
And stay in bed until sunday
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had and
Living not for reality
It was just my imagination x3
There was a time I used to pray
I have always kept my faith in love
Its the greatest thing from the man above
The game I used to play
Ive always put my cards upon the table
Let it never be said that Id be unstable
It was just my imagination x3
There is a game I like to play
I like to hit the town on friday night
And stay in bed until sunday
Well always be this free
We will be living for the love we have
Living not for reality
Its not my imagination x3
Not my x18
song performed by by Cranberries
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Oh Mother, Mother
she holds her so close
holding onto an image
but with an unintended force
she sends a signal to run
oh mother, mother
so blinded to the truth
caught up in old love and strife
doesn’t understand the young spirit she is hindering
hasn’t got a clue that simple words can kill a young girls dream
The girls heartache was a long time hidden
trying to resist the hurt caving inside
oh mother, mother
how she loves her
how they love each other
so much she does for a daughter
but as much as the girl tried to keep silent
being quiet during times of sinking words
the light in her heart needed to scream
to let it be known that her dreams were everything
it is tough to be a dreamer in the realms of reality
oh mother, mother
had she known
never would she ever speak words so carelessly
recklessly spitting on silent hopes and desires
dimming the spirit that once shone so bright
strong daughter she fights for it still
grabbing onto every edge of imagination
it’s the only way she can see, can breathe
oh mother, mother
don’t cry,
she’s just a simple girl with a broken smile
but brave too in her own little way
so be brave too, hold up that pretty face
cause mother, mother
you gave life to a dreamer
poem by Leah Ayliffe
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Widows
My mother's playing cards with my aunt,
Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game
my grandmother taught all her daughters.
Midsummer: too hot to go out.
Today, my aunt's ahead; she's getting the good cards.
My mother's dragging, having trouble with her concentration.
She can't get used to her own bed this summer.
She had no trouble last summer,
getting used to the floor. She learned to sleep there
to be near my father.
He was dying; he got a special bed.
My aunt doesn't give an inch, doesn't make
allowance for my mother's weariness.
It's how they were raised: you show respect by fighting.
To let up insults the opponent.
Each player has one pile to the left, five cards in the hand.
It's good to stay inside on days like this,
to stay where it's cool.
And this is better than other games, better than solitaire.
My grandmother thought ahead; she prepared her daughters.
They have cards; they have each other.
They don't need any more companionship.
All afternoon the game goes on but the sun doesn't move.
It just keeps beating down, turning the grass yellow.
That's how it must seem to my mother.
And then, suddenly, something is over.
My aunt's been at it longer; maybe that's why she's playing better.
Her cards evaporate: that's what you want, that's the object: in the end,
the one who has nothing wins.
poem by Louise Gluck
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Land Of The Living
Well, its up in the mornin
Everybody off and runnin
Everybody got some place to be
Some people never go walkin
Some people just stop talkin
And I was slippin away
You came and pulled me through
I wanna stay in the land of the living with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
We work and we worry
This old worlds in such a hurry
So many things we just dont see
Some people always cryin
Some people just stop tryin
And I was slippin away
You came and pulled me through
I wanna stay in the land of the living with you
We hot to do what we can
About all this pain and sorrow
But try to live just a little
We could all be gone tomorrow
When I look at you girl, me heart rejoices
You taught me somethin:
Considering the choices-
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
song performed by by Don Henley
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The Winter Wolves Are Coming
The Winter Wolves are coming
They are drawing ever near
The Winter Wolves are coming
They smell our blood, our fear
The Winter Wolves are coming
In packs of hundreds and more
The Winter Wolves are coming
They are knocking at our door
The Winter Wolves are coming
With teeth as sharp as knives
The Winter Wolves are coming
They mean to take our lives
The Winter wolves are coming
The smell our blood, our fear
The Winter Wolves are coming
The Cold of Death is here.
poem by Tim Vallie
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