A new year has begun and yet traces of the past remain. Those ghostly shadows, nearly invisible but whose presence is still felt. A vague tickling at the back of the mind Subtle reminders of what was left behind. Tears for those who haven’t the strength to move forward Who will live forever with what they feel they can never escape, Or rather lack the strength to do what I have done.
I carry on for those without that strength I build a brand new year for those whose fear outweighs their courage. For you I blaze a trail of wonder and excitement Of adventures along unimagined avenues Cutting a path to a bright new destiny A future full of unknown pleasures and pains I carry you all with me in my heart and soul.
God created war so that Americans would learn geography. - Mark Twain
I think it just kind of got lost in the shuffle but that's cool with me. But slipping a little something into drinks? That would be VERY interesting I'm sure, but I think it would definitely land us on Santa's naughty list next Christmas!
God created war so that Americans would learn geography. - Mark Twain
I think it just kind of got lost in the shuffle but that's cool with me. But slipping a little something into drinks? That would be VERY interesting I'm sure, but I think it would definitely land us on Santa's naughty list next Christmas!
As long as I get sent to the female elves rooms or Mrs. Clauses I am fine