Direktlänk till inlägg 8 maj 2010
text på engelska
what makes a man is his soul... his free will to choose, and then there is me... the lonewalker the moondancer lost in a world that i so much want to be heaven. just like home. just like it used to be. before you was the brotherhood of angels, a creation where time does not exist... where no one ever grow old , where things are so much more. and then the boss made a decision, to make man to our image. to make him king over the new world he had created, a place which came to be a pergatory for even angels.... i once said 'what angel have suffered like man, and what angel have so much hopelessness like a man?' i know... i know it hurts the pain cuts deep. but don't worry, don't be sad and worry. there is more things than these, things even angels want to see. things like being able to experience. as some say 'the gods are jealous of mans mortality' forever seem to be a long time... and it all starts here, the road goes like a storm on a sea, like thunder and lightning. and then there is the rainbow, and the sun shining so bright over the blue sky... don't grief over things you cannot control , it's not up to you. and if you know how deep the darkness can go , rejoice over how bright it can be when you stand on the top of the mountain. i have said 'god made man on a hill higher than angels' ... today is worthy, tomorrow is a new day... every new dawn, when the sun goes up, and most of us wake up, i say thanks, and i say sorry. there is so much more to tell, but it all comes piece by piece, heart to heart. and if you believe in things, have faith in the little things i try to say - be happy.
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