I Found A Reason

When tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me,
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today
While thinking of many things, we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you.
And each time you think of me, I know you miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready in heaven far above
And that I have to leave behind all those I dearly love.

I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad.
I thought of all the love we shared, and the fun we had.

If I could re-live yesterday, just even for a while,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart!

*credited pic *hank1*

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou,
dou, dou, dou, dou...

Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme
since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head
they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...

*credited pic Aquiel*

Can’t there be a fucking day,
Where you won’t call me
And ask for sex.
I can’t give you what you want
And certainly not what you need.
I cared because you needed,
And wanted something
But when I found out your
Master Plan
I didn’t want to be involved.
This shit has gone far enough,
And I know you don’t love me.
How can you think that by
Positioning me,
For your bidding,
Will actually work out.
I don’t enjoy being called upon,
For a simple task that means
Absolutely nothing to you
And
For that matter,
ME!
I pass the torch,
Don’t bother calling for your
Simplistic and over styled
Games anymore.
I want you out of my life
Forever - Blind-Justice

*credited pic lobur*

Not too long ago a 'friend' and I had an interesting discussion on how the media seems to have an intense influence on some individuals in society. They seem to be accepting everything that the media feeds them. More importantly, these individuals seem to have let go of thinking for themselves as the media is doing the thinking for them. Society seems to have fallen into a black hole where they exist as brain dead zombies...like sheep. One of my favorite books is George Orwell's Animal Farm. For those who have not had the pleasure of reading this book, Orwell describes sheep as those who follow blindly. Does this not sound familiar?!

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"So, I try to do one new thing every day--if its picking up a book by an unfamiliar author or even sitting in a different chair with my morning coffee, if only to see my house from a fresh perspective to keep the mind alert and alive." --Letty Cottin Pogrebin

*credited pic honey-and-venom*