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Monday, May 01, 2006


-the green curry.-




She never really had a chance
On that fateful moonlight night
Sacrificed without a fight
A victim of her circumstances

Now that Ive become aware
And Ive exposed this tragedy
A sadness grows inside of me
It all seems so unfair

Im learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes

Just beyond the churchyard gates
Where the grass is overgrown
I saw her writing on her stone
I felt like I would suffocate

Inloving memory of our child
So innocent, eyes open wide
I felt so empty as I cried
Like part of me had died

And as her image
Wandered through my head
I wept just like a baby

As I lay awake in bed

And I know what its like
To lose someone you love
And this felt just the same

She wasnt given any choice
Desperation stole her voice
Ive been given so much more in life
Ive got a son, Ive got a wife

I had to suffer one last time
To grieve for her and say goodbye
Relive the anguish of my past
To find out who I was at last

The door has opened wide
Imturning with the tide
Looking through her eyes





i really wanta post more photos. but blogspot's prolly angry with me or sth. it's not working. so there. check the pics out at www.shingology.blogspot.com

really really fun today. went out with da pigeons and a BRIGHT gold and red headed pigeon with drumsticks. (haha. drum sticks.) help out at extreme sports, ran a little and my whole body's aching now. cant blame me, i haven had PE for like 2 yrs already. =P

service's really good. im really really impressed with Pastor Mark Conner. he's awesome, i tell you. its like a word in season for almost all. getting back my passion. the first love that i had.

lukewarm-ness is a way of serving God without offending the devil. how true.

been rather down due to some stuff, causing me to lose my focus, getting all distracted by the wrong things. but the message spoke right into my heart.

like what HANKY says, God will not give me a problem or something that i cannot handle. its not gonna be easy, new level, new devil. but i know im able to do all things. =]
everybody scream with me
C-H-A-D A-R-I-E-S !!



hope; it dangles on a string



tried as i can to salvage all.
true enough, you did not answer my call
im sorry for all that've happened
i truely wish, this is not the end.




| s a n d y wrote this down @ 23:06|

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