|
|
Sitting quietly in a crowd
Not knowing what to say
As thye unknowingly tear apart
Everything I believe.
Should I stand and fight for me
And all of those who came before
Or merely sit here and pretended
To be exactly just like them.
I hear the laughter all around
As they slowly bring me down
I quietly stand waiting
Then slowly depart form the scene
As I walk away from there
I make a quick Decision
Never again will I just sit there
Instead I’ll stand up for what I beleive Lizzy Carroll |
|
|
|
|
There is always something out there
Something, which will change a life,
Find a lose one,
Sail a boat,
Feed the hungry,
Ride a camel,
Travel the world,
Bake a cake,
Capture a memory,
Meet a friend,
Go home,
Fly like a bird,
Discover a miracle,
Save a species,
Wander around and around,
But one day this thing,
Will surely be found….. Lizzy Carroll |
|
|