Another song which means a lot to me…

Memories of past fears and troubles with no peace, thinking on and on about the past, not able to let it go. Hope seems wilted. A person crying out to be rescued from their own thoughts and memories of the past.

Poem about rebirth.

Disenchanted…disillusioned…disheartened.

Even the darkest of days will pass.

Read and comment please.

I have no tears left to shed, my heart was ripped into shreds.

Victums of 9/11, fear factor, sacrifice, let us remember, conspiracy,heroes.

Just an idea that I’ve had in my mind, and now I’m presenting it. Hope the viewers like it.

Life is like a can. It starts off as an idea before taking shape. In the end it starts wearing away and rusting before it gets buried or burned to ashes in the fire.