he sings
i sing
he smiles
i smile
our hearts are now entwined.
you feel what i feel
how wonderful is that?
i love you my dear.
let's keep it real
doubts we have sometimes
fights and tears we deal with
but we can conquer all for sure
as long as we love,
laugh,cry,doubt and fight
yeah that's right.
a love that is real and not carved out of a fantasy.
It was overwhelming. Recently, I've been surprised, pampered and lavished by a God with silly and seemingly unbelievable ways. How can I ever limit God? Every single day, there is a new reason to believe him more, love him more and give him due worship. My joy can never be adequately expressed in words. It's crazy and im lovin it! haha.. 
Well sometimes we just have to put down our sublime rationales for the occurences in our lives in order to visualize the greatness and purpose of even the most inane things. From the standpoint of the little girl in grown-up skin- life is a sweet buffet.
The Legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty...
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
When Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
“Why do you weep?” the goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”
“But...was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.
“Who better than you to know that?” the goddesses said in wonder. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”
The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:
“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”
“What a lovely story’” the alchemist thought.
Your will shall shape the future. Whether you fail or succeed shall be no man's doing but your own. You are the force; you can clear any obstacle before you or you can be lost in the maze. Your choice; your responsibility; win or lose, only you hold the key to your destiny.
Young girl stand up and carry on with the fight
The world is nasty but soon you would get used to it
Life is not a fairy tale so never expect help from pixies
You can fight ruthless circumstances
I believe in your flair.
People may think you are different
But don’t let that bother you
You are inexplicably wanted and loved
So make me proud young girl.
Hold on to your dreams until you can reach for the stars
Never ever give up.
Clear the air of fears and qualms.
You are on the right track so carry on!
