`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name
"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain
I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep thoughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow
I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice
I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice
In Loving Memory
If I were vanished
Anywhere, but not here
As the vernal glory;
Fleeting impression!
Was I captured
In memory, but not film?
As that great light
Extends its warming rays
Our father wakes, stretching
His arms, embrace the land
His strength guides
Us, through day light
Loving the world
Every animal, every tree
And he awaits his Lady,
Our Lady, the Lady
Travelling long the day
To bring her to existance
Her arrival heralded
His magnitudal welcome
Sets the canopy ablaze
Tribute to her beauty
She blankets us
Watches her world rest
Basking in his glory
Of her birth
Guide and Guardian
Father and Mother
Two of the everlasting cycle
Fight and Flight
Harsh wind wailing
Cold and biting
A beautiful horizon
Changes nothing
A sparkling sea
Is the more appealing
Stumble again
Only temporary falling
A moment of flying
A rush of dying
Wind wailing
Cold and biting
Next time
I won't be fighting
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and theres one as bar staff and one as a waiter
i hope at least one accepts me gonk
whats your CW about?
i forgot you was english surprised
have you ever lost any money? xD
im fine thankyouuuuuuu
im writing a CV to get a job o:
hby? you alright?
i never got to say bye
sorry about that D;
take care...
Nice profile you've got