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I do earnestly believe that a great song can make the world a better place. If there is a lifeline for people to connect to - be it the lyrics, the music, the visuals or all of the above - it helps make the world a less lonely, less frightening place. No it won’t solve world hunger or bring peace. But uplift, strengthen one soul at a time,yes. It can. There are a bunch of songs that I can recall b...
1. AbandonedLeft on the street with no guide or map,I picked myself up and closed the gap.They said I was done, said I’d fall and break,I built from the ashes for my own sake.Storms tried to pull me under the tide,I learned to swim with the hurt inside.Scars on my back, but fire in my crown,They left me to sink. But I did not drown.2. UnbrokenThey tried to bury me under the weight,I turned the dir...
“pp” might be the most common short form on Instagram. It means “price please”. Customers comment pp on posts and expect all the details in their inbox. I was unaware of pp.“Can you share your catalog? We can import it into Querygen.”, I asked my customer.The customer opened their Instagram page. That was the catalog. Every new product was posted as a reel there. Customers were commenting, sending...
I think one of the criterion for someone to become a politician is they have read Rush lyrics. I don’t care about a college degree. Basic literacy, common sense and ethics are much more necessary. And if they don’t get it, they are rejected. They can ask for help, that is great. But until they fucking understand the meaning behind and between the lyrics, they have to keep at it. Or give up. If the...
(Part 4 of 4)Watch me walk in like I own the room,Turned all my grief into a garden that bloomed.They counted me out, now they count my wins,Every \you can't\ just fuels what begins.Crown on my head, but I earned every scar,Started from nothing and came this far.Abandoned before but watch me soar,What tried to stop me made me unstoppable more.
I gathered the pieces they left on the floor,And built a new version I couldn’t ignore.Old dreams died, so I planted new seeds,Watered them with work and fed all my needs.No more waiting for someone to call,I became the reason I got up from the fall.I stitched every wound without a frown,From all that I lost. I rebuilt my crown.
Why there are no such windows now? May be because there are no such walls.My both grandfather house have such windows. This space was not just to sit and view outside but to play , chat , eat and everything in between.
They tried to bury me under the weight,I turned the dirt into a door and a gate.Every word that cut, every lie they said,I wore them like armor and moved ahead.I fell to my knees but I learned to stand,Took every scar and built with my hands.What was meant to break me only made me stronger,They wanted me shattered. But I lasted longer.
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