I Love to Be Alive by [Peachirach]

I love to watch the warm sun rise
I see the daylight fill the skies
I watch the snow white clouds arise
I love to be alive

I see the sunlight fade away
Soon the night falls on the day
The shining stars come out to play
The moon is high the sky is grey

I watch the many flowers grow
Autumn ends then falls the snow
The snow floats down on me below
And then it melts it has to go

The sun is shining way up high
A rainbow falls across the skies
I fall asleep but then arise
I love to be alive.

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The Shadow and the Light by [The Shadow and The Light]

I am a shadow that you pass by
You see me as you walk by,
But the moment I leave your sight,
I leave your mind.

I am a shadow in the crowd
Always noticed, but never seen.
Unimportant to your way of life.

You are a light in the room
You come in and everyone notices you.
Everyone knows your name,
You are never forgotten.

You are a light to your friends
Open and outgoing.
That turning point in everyone's life.

You cast a shadow
On the things you touch
No one can out shine you.

I am no less important than you
For without a shadow,
No one would notice
The light.

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Will we ever learn? by [xxArwenxx]

Subtle blade's disaster
Cruel deceitful masters,
Nations at the mercy,
World inflicting cruelty,
Organized slaughters,
Murder by world orders,
Rich infecting poor,
Poison’s in the cure,
Nature hath no word,
Greed consumes the world,
People in a cold war,
No peace can ever be pure,
Bullets of voice and lead,
Innocent now lay dead,
People not concerned,
Will we ever learn?

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His Face by [Allen Barrec]

Shadows cloaked,
The man whose face
Could not conform.
Despised and scorned by men
Condemned to early hell

Did he choose,
This man, his face?
Distortion cursed,
It plagues his every glance
Upon reflection’s sight.

Look on him,
This man’s grave face
Which did no ill
To those who shirk and cast
Damnation on his life.

Watch him now
The man whose face,
Is no warped mask,
Despite attempts to pull
And rip off this façade.

Haunted gaze,
This man’s own face,
In cold eyes hold.
He yearns for more than night’s
Unceasing company.

Hearken now,
You man whose face,
Has cursed, condemned.
Awaits she at your door,
The girl who has no sight.

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