People always say things like, Oh, well, he was suffering so much that he was better off dying. But that's not true. You're always better off living.
quote by Dashiell Hammett
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Say It Isnt True
In the still of the night
Lying in the darkness
I listen to my heart
Say it isnt true
In the dark and the quiet
The movements of my love
And the breathing of our children
Say it isnt true
In the streets and the buildings
The people in their lives
And the jobs they do for a living
Say it isnt true
And when you think of all the people
In the cities of the world
Who could vanish in a moment
Say it isnt true
Say it isnt true
That there always has been and always will be war
Say it isnt true
And apart from all the fine things that men have struggled for
Say it isnt true
There always has been and always will be war
Say it isnt true
Im alive in a city
In a country of the world
And I want to go on living
I want to see my life unfold
You know its hard to go on looking
At the stories of our day
And the dangers were all facing
Growing worse in every way
And you would think with all of the genius
And the brilliance of these times
We might find a higher purpose
And a better use of mind
Say it isnt true
That there always has been and always will be war
Say it isnt true
And apart from all the fine things that man has struggled for
Say it isnt true
There always has been and always will be war
Say it isnt true
Say it...
Say it isnt...
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Kensington(through my eyes)
As I look outside my window,
I sigh thinking of what could be,
What should be,
And what is not.
There are drug dealers on the corner,
Stumbling over each other
Trying to make a dishonest living.
Dying over a sale.
Trash on the streets
To compliment the prostitues
Under the EL.
You ask, 'Is this Hell? '
No, for me it's home,
It's people are suffering right now,
Something's got to give,
People here are dying
Just trying to live.
The children roam freely
Among the chaos
Becoming immune to the destruction around them
Becoming used to being lost.
Then I look in my own home,
And I see the same images glorified on my TV
Skeletons in my magazines
Chaos in the news,
If I want change
It has to start with me.
poem by Denice Robinson
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Where's God ?
The world used to be good
since the devil overturned God policies
The world became into a disastrous
There's poverty almost everywhere
There are people in this world without homes
They are struggling
There are many people who are becoming disable
When we needed God
He never appear
When we are suffering of pain
Does he help?
yes, I believe in God
Yes, In God I trust
But, sometimes
It feels like there's no God
Look, how the world is drifting apart
Our people are dying of hunger
But, Where is God?
Why doesn't He help them?
I lay down on the ground
All I can image is how our people are suffering
How the world is turning into darkness
yet, God is not responsible for everything
But, where is He?
when our strength is washing away
when we are hopeless
yes, we have to be strong
yes, we have to fight
But, what would God do for them?
What would He do for me?
Where's God?
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Laughter
I felt as though I was in sight of laughing slaughter,
The help to reserve for the weak and dying was overwhelming,
But I felt I had seen the laughter of a hundred.
These dying people hungered my knowledge since the very day,
Daylight is a sacred time for those living who have holiness and piety;
The dying see death in their own time of the night that is holy.
I feel like someone who is a priest, with priesthood,
And I learn quickly of research, and the dying infants
In another country, but the older people are just not given.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Injustice Here
Some place far from here
A baby is crying
A child is hungry
A mother is dying
Some place far from here
A family is in need
Adults cannot read
Children capture
Never again to be seen
Some place far from here
There’s no drinking water
Someone’s lost their daughter
Some place from here
People are homeless and alone
Without light and are cold
They sleep on dirt roads
With only their skin and their bones
Some place from here
There are so many things
So much injustice happening
Lots of poverty
Lots of death
But we forget
That right in our country
We have all these things too
We worry about a place far, far from here
And don’t take care of our priorities here
What about the poverty that covers our streets
Or children that are dying with no food to eat
The people in our country are suffering too
So although helping somewhere else
Is what we should do
There are obligations here first to pursue
We’re a great country
We have always been
But to continue this legacy
This is where we begin
poem by Jessica Collazo
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I Cannot Believe Its True
When I opened your letter yesterday
I could not believe my eyes
cos Ive already given all I have to give
And I think it must have slipped your mind
But I remember not so long ago
I gave it all, its gone
And I gave it all to you
Now Im living on borrowed time, but its mine
Oh, dyou hear me?
I cannot believe its true
Are you really doing the things you do.
No I cannot believe its you, really you
Oh these people Im talking to dont understand
They dont seem to realize
Theyre listening but theyre not hearing me
Theyre being too cruel to be kind
Any kind of feeling that I had is gone
cos I gave it all, its gone
And I gave it all to you
Now Im living on borrowed time, but its mine
Oh, dyou hear me?
I cannot believe its true
Are you really doing the things you do.
No I cannot believe its you, really you
Over and over I keep on telling myself
Over and over I hope Im gonna make up
Over and over I know its really happening
And theres nothing that I can say
cos nothing can change all the things that youve done to me
Nothing can make me stay
Oh, cos you know I cannot believe its true
Are you really doing the things you do
No I cannot believe its you, really you
I know its a crying shame, its all the same to you
It seems all so well laid out but I cannot get through
Never meant it to show
It started happening, thats all you know.
Oh, I gave it all to you
Now Im living on borrowed time, but its mine
Oh, dyou hear me?
I cannot believe its true
Are you really doing the things you do
No I cannot believe its you, really you
Over and over I keep on telling myself
Over and over I hope Im gonna make up
But over and over I know its really happening
And theres nothing that I can say
cos nothing can change all the things that you do to me
Nothing can make me stay
cos you know I cannot believe its true
Are you really doing the things you do
No I cannot believe its you, really you
song performed by by Phil Collins
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People's Lying
People's lying here, people's lying there
People's lying everywhere
People's dying here, people's dying there
People's dying everywhere
People's dying 'cos people's lying
People's crying 'cos people's lying
People's denying that they is lying
No-one's defying all this lying
Even people who's dying still keep lying
So more people's crying
More people's dying
'Cos people's only know lying
(Sydney, Australia - 2007)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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When you see people suffering and dying and hungry, this job gives you the ability to do something about it.
quote by Frank R. Wolf
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Peace That Was Never Peace
Wars, famon, and hatred
That’s what our world’s full of today
Nothing but pain and suffering
That never goes away
‘We’re in a time of peace, ’ they say
But how can that be true
With news of war on every channel
The word peace just won’t do
People are being killed
By brothers, sisters, friends
People they thought cared about them
Are forcing their life to end
This is no time of peace
There are many who can prove it
There are baby’s dying, and children
And it’s all of us who do it
Where is our peace now
It’s gone, it is decieced
Our lives are filled with the lies
Of peace that was never peace
poem by Faith Offerman
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Living & Dying
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
In the dirty old city
There is my home
Theres my home, theres my home
There is my home
Nothing really looks pretty
And Ive been alone
Ive been alone, Ive been alone
Ive been alone
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
In the house of darkness
Theres a magic stone
Magic stone, magic stone
The magic stone
But I couldnt find it
cause the shine is gone
Shine is gone, shine is gone
The shine is gone
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
Living and dying
Living and dying
song performed by by Scorpions
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I Believe In the Power
I believe in the power of you.
As the rain falls upon us and
everyone else scatters.
I believe in the power of you.
As I look into the shadowy pools
of your mysterious eyes.
I believe in the power of you.
As I fall into your arms always
trusting you to catch me.
I believe in the power of you.
As you listen while I pour my
heart and I cry my eyes out to you.
I believe in the power of you.
As I sit and listen to your
words, your wisdom filtering your deep voice.
I believe in the power of you.
As I lay in your warm embrace
feeling protected and cherished.
I believe in the power of you.
As you turn away and walk out
the door, promising to come back.
I believe in the power of you.
As I sit waiting patiently
for some sign of you to return.
I believe in the power of you.
As even now I doubt all my
faith in the one person I truly love.
I believe in the power of you.
As I sit here crying and swearing
wishing you could hear me.
I believe in the power of you.
As I begin to lose passion for
everything I loved when I was with you.
I believe in the power of you.
As I lay dying in bed suffering
from a broken heart.
I believe in the power of you.
As I close my eyes and an
image of you forms in my mind.
I believe in the power of you.
As I begin to feel a rage that
is red hot and will not go away.
I believe in the power of myself.
As i see your true image; a true
image of who you are inside.
I believe in the power of myself.
As I begin to build my life up and
start doing the things I enjoy.
I believe in the power of myself.
As I understand the things that
were so illusive to me before.
I believe in the power of myself.
As I take back your control over
me and start living my life.
I believe in the power of myself.
As I no longer believe in the
power of you.
I believe in the power of myself.
As you and your power
no longer affects me.
I believe in the power of myself.
As I begin to love the one true
person I've forgotten in all of this
Me.
poem by Cleo A. Fletcher
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I Guess Living Is So True
In trying to get all the clues
What living might be about
I know a man who said
You had a good life
If there are many people smiling
When you first shed the tears of being born
And if there are many people crying
When you’re long dead gone
I forgot his name
But I believe this is
What living might be about
A cradle and funeral treasure
I guess living is so true
In trying to get all the clues
What living might be about
Tasting the feel of questions
The dough of answers dwelling in different thoughts
And a blissful moment
When you suddenly do not care about either
But simply live a moment of your own truth
With an absurd credo that everything will be ok
Cannot prove anyhting
But pure joy of the choice you’ve made
A cradle and funeral treasure
I guess living is so true
In trying to get all the clues
What living might be about
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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When The Color Of Love Fades Away
Living under one roof together
but your mind so far from each other
You feel you have nothing to share together anymore
If that's case your relationship is dying for sure
Not long ago you used to sit next to each other while holding each other hands
Now barely talking together but a plenty of time to talk to the friends
Something happened that made the color of your love fades away
Now is just a matter of time to say each other, my way or hit the highway
Remember at this stage your love is like that dying tree that still has little root in the ground
If you want you can fix the problem and turn things around
Go back to things that brought you together
Start slow by simple words such as hey I miss you, can we watch a movie together
Remember love means giving up some of our favorite things
It is sad people destroy their relationship on silly things
It is so easy to walk away from the problems and feel good
But if this is your way, your next relationship will put you in a bad mood
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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If there is anything worthwhile doing for the sake of culture, then it is touching on subject matters and situations which link people, and not those that divide people. There are too many things in the world which divide people, such as religion, politics, history, and nationalism. If culture is capable of anything, then it is finding that which unites us all. And there are so many things which unite people. It doesn't matter who you are or who I am, if your tooth aches or mine, it's still the same pain. Feelings are what link people together, because the word "love" has the same meaning for everybody. Or "fear", or "suffering". We all fear the same way and the same things. And we all love in the same way. That's why I tell about these things, because in all other things I immediately find division.
quote by Krzysztof Kieślowski
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On CNN, I Saw My True Heroes
At the crossroads of my life,
I thought that most of my Heroes
Were dead, killed, tortured or knifed
By some cheap bums or paid sbirroes
Of some barbarous gangs in uniform.
Tonight, I saw the sad events in a different form,
I can honestly tell you more about my true Heroes.
Most are gone, but some are still suffering in Homs,
Under a heartless and ruthless regime; with no homes,
No shelters to hide; they are exposed
To heavy shelling, mortars, and deadly rockets.
Those victims are my people, my brothers
And sisters. They are constantly in my prayers.
Our world, which failed to rescue them, owes them a series of debts.
My Heroes' biggest weapons are their voices.
Their cries will silent the tanks and the Kalashnikov guns,
And, in the name of God, will turn them into babies' toys.
Justice and Liberty will prevail in favor of the sons
And daughters of the Almighty God.
The gangsters ignore that they came from earth and like mud
All shall return to that state. The souls
Of the innocent civilians will head to Heaven,
Accompanied by the army of the Angels,
Meanwhile the oppressors will be thrown in Hell with Satan.
My true Heroes are suffering and dying in Homs;
They have no heavy guns, no shelters and no homes.
Children and men are weeping and dying; women are crying
And being raped; while the Superpowers are simply watching.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Cooks County
People are suffering
Ill say it again
People are suffering
Ill say it again
People are suffering
Ill say it again
So remember when youre looking for trouble
That trouble is already busy with weaker men
People are hungry
Ill say it again
People are hungry
Ill say it again
People are hungry
Ill say it again
So dont you abuse that body
Itll snap without assistance my friends
The song goes on
Ill sing again until the music enervates
The song goes on
The sting of pain will dull and finally fade away
The song goes on
Through centuries of history it reverberates
The song goes on
On curving comets track the music makes it way
This song is so long
It ends up where it begins
People are lonely
Ill say it again
People are lonely
Ill say it again
People are lonely
Ill say it again
So dont let them run too far from home
Youll be alone for sure on that you can depend
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
So put away that switchblade knife
Tighten up the knot thatll help this bloodshed end
The song goes on - the song goes on
This song
Is so long
It ends up where it begins.
People are suffering
Ill say it again and again
People are hungry
Ill say it again and again
People are lonely
Ill say it again and again.
song performed by by Who
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Cooks Country
People are suffering
Ill say it again
People are suffering
Ill say it again
People are suffering
Ill say it again
So remember when youre looking for trouble
That trouble is already busy with weaker men
People are hungry
Ill say it again
People are hungry
Ill say it again
People are hungry
Ill say it again
So dont you abuse that body
Itll snap without assistance my friends
The song goes on
Ill sing again until the music enervates
The song goes on
The sting of pain will dull and finally fade away
The song goes on
Through centuries of history it reverberates
The song goes on
On curving comets track the music makes it way
This song is so long
It ends up where it begins
People are lonely
Ill say it again
People are lonely
Ill say it again
People are lonely
Ill say it again
So dont let them run too far from home
Youll be alone for sure on that you can depend
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
People are bleeding
Ill say it again
So put away that switchblade knife
Tighten up the knot thatll help this bloodshed end
The song goes on - the song goes on
This song
Is so long
It ends up where it begins.
People are suffering
Ill say it again and again
People are hungry
Ill say it again and again
People are lonely
Ill say it again and again.
song performed by by Who
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Do you think that the things people make fools of themselves about are any less real and true than the things they behave sensibly about? They are more true: they are the only things that are true.
George Bernard Shaw in Candida (1898)
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Got A Lot O' Livin' To Do (Film Version)
Oh yes Ive got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
Come on baby, to make a party takes two
Oh yes Ive got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you
There's a moon that's big and bright in the milky way tonight
But the way you act you never would know it's there
So baby, time's a wasting
A lot of kisses I ain't been tasting
I don't know about you but Im gonna get my share
Oh got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
Come on baby, to make a party takes two
Oh yes Ive got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you
There's a balmy little breeze
That's whistling through the trees
And it's telling you to pitch a little woo with me
Why don't you take a listen
You'll never know what you've been missing
Cuddle up a little closer and be my little honey bee
Oh got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
Come on baby, to make a party takes two
Oh yes Ive got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you
You're the prettiest thing Ive seen
But you treat me so doggone mean
Ain't you got no heart, Im dying to hold you near
Why do you keep me waiting
Why don't you start co-operating
And the things I say are things you want to hear
Oh got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
Come on baby, to make a party takes two
Oh yes Ive got a lot o' living to do
A whole lot o' loving to do
And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness. Man is the more man - that is, the more divine - the greater his capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.
quote by Miguel de Unamuno
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