WHAT'S HAPPENING?? WHO DID WHAT? WHERE? WHY? WITH WHOM?
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just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'
in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead of spreading love we're spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
Now ask yourself
Where is the love?
4 comments:
It was a family very united, they were togheter in te bad or in the good times. But they never had arguments, everything was love, peace and hapiness.
They always, at the weekend, went to do trips with their van, to the mountain, parks, the field...
TO BE CONTINUED................muajaja
Today’s a strange day. It’s one of those days that you are like ‘at the clouds’, that you’re thinking about stupid things every few seconds... One of those days that your really tired and you wish you could arrive home just to lie at your bed, hug your favorite pillow and think, sleep, talk to a good friend who listen’s to you just ‘cause you need it and cry. But today I couldn’t sleep… Today I passed a whole afternoon thinking about my family… I’m so lucky to have a family that really loves me… My brothers and my parents are the things I will never ever change, give, leave… never! You can have really good friends, but never nothing like the family… You can have a friend now and a couple years later don’t have the same relationship. Everyone changes friends depending at what moment of your life you are living… but your family… Your Family it’s the same when you’re three years old that when you are fifty and you’re going to have always them beside you, hugging you, listening to you, loving you!
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by:: Marinona [...]*
like every day; i started al 6 o'clock from mataró to argentona. As usual, the cline woman, the nurse, the baby sister, the police man, the font picant workers..
Well like each morning, i start with one travel and i finish with fourteen, but today it isn't a normal day, i heard that it's the last day.
the pepole had cars, the buses anre more cuikly, and novody can spand time travelling in a low speat.
My driver had found a work in the city, and i'm going to stay all day in a place near the center like a monument.
I won't never stay alone but, i prefered be usuful.
Now i'm listening a song, it's words explain things to me...
i can't remember the words but.. it sound likee..(lalalalalala lalalalalalalalal lalallala! )
[i sing you in class.! :)]
:D see you in two minuts !
maria
Once upon a time, there was a fisherman called Mike. One day he read the story of the magic fish in the sea, yeah, that one which the fisherman called a magic fish saying: oh magic fish in the sea, please come up and speak to me! He read it and he started having a trauma. He though that his life, without a magic fish, wasn’t anything. He begin to cry all day, on the morning an on the night, and all places. His wife, named Gloria, though that she had to fins a solution, ‘cause if she didn’t do it, mike’s tears will finish. So she started thinking. One night, when Mike was sleeping, she found a solution. She made him a photo album with pictures of all the moments that happened when he was crying, and she wrote him a letter. It said that if he continued crying, he was going to loose more moments like that ones, but if he stopped, he was going to live a lot of good moments that could make him forget about the magic fish.
Gloria makes him stop crying with that, and now they are so happy and with a lot of children.
Martaa:)
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