Happiness... Maybe
Contributed by
Xenodata
on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 07:14:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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This Christmas Eve, i pulled up my sleeves for something that I received Never could conceive being here, Santa came n didnt bring what I achieved Cest vrai ke jparle de moi, mais cest la premire fois ce mois, cette anne Jai arrt de penser, commenc a ressentir, aprs une longue srie dvnements De constats sociaux, de gros changements de mentalit, sentimentalit My familys downstairs, god is upstairs, and Im in a chair saying this prayer Thank you for what happened, Im actually happy for being this aware Ce que jai toujours voulu a toujours t lintrieur, pas dans ce qui mentoure Ce que jai toujours voulu, jai toujours eu peur de pas pouvoir en faire le tour Mais jai trouv le bonheur, true happiness, I know where it resides, its inside Im aware of my surroundings, whats happening, I have pride for who Im tied to Who I cry to, who I want to die with. Family, thats what its about, nothings above Being happy is not an image, and family doesnt always rhyme with love Le respect, lamour de ses proches, c pas juste des mots pour bien paratre Its like traffic signs no one pays attention to, when thats what you should be doing the highway of life's destination aint St-Jerome, good is what were pursuing and happiness. I cant begin to describe where it comes from. On peut dire, cest comme La famille, les amis, lamour, cest les briques de ma maison, cest pas ce qui me forme What Im made of is of myself, it has no name, it has no game, and I am not being numb When I wanna be more like me, riding down the road with no map, fill in the gaps In my house, my life. Je suis un tronc, jai besoin de rien pour tenir debout Mais chaque branche, chaque racine, jen suis reconnaissant comme tout Every friendship adds more leaves, every hardship is a whole fall, the season Not the verb, like words, theyre important to develop character and reason Without words you cease to exist in a mist, so make a fist and hit, hit your hardest With a syllable make sentences harvest, make sounds flow, spit like youre possessed Cest pour a quil faut pas tre muet, ni sourd, faut entendre les actions de tous Danse entre deux arguments, deux moments o le vent se sme, la colre pousse But dont dance too fast cause the music wont last, youve heard it all before Just let time pass, always go to class, and dont forget to open the door Une porte ferme donne un esprit clos, un cerveau born rend un homme sot Alors donne-toi un but, ais de lambition, pour tre heureux cest encore une faon Because confidence can give a cursed person wings, so dont be shy when saying hello Because you wont know, when happiness knocks on your door, ull be sleighing on snow
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