\"Hurt And Pain\"
Hurt and pain.
There\'s much to gain.
Peace and love.
It\'s all the same.
Confusion and doubt.
We\'re not without.
We weep, we cry.
We plead, we try.
We laugh, we smile.
Only to be hurt
By one last trial.
Life is a lesson,
So learn it well.
Maybe one day
You can tell its tale.
\"How Could I Be So Lonely\"
How could I be so lost
In a place I know so well?
How could I be so broken
In a family so together?
How could I be so lonely
Surrounded by so many?
How could I be so unhappy
Surrounded by so much beauty?
How could I be me
When even I remain a mystery?
\"Silent Tears\"
Shh...listen, don\'t you hear?
I\'m crying, but they are silent tears.
I\'m crying on the inside so you can\'t see
all the pain running though me .
I cry for you, I cry for me.
I cry for the times I can\'t,
so if you listen, you may hear my silent tears.
\"We Wear The Mask\"
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
\"The Charge Of The Light Brigade.\"
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
\"Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!\" he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Forward, the Light Brigade!\"
Was there a man dismay\'d?
Not tho\' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder\'d.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley\'d and thunder\'d;
Storm\'d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash\'d all their sabres bare,
Flash\'d as they turn\'d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder\'d.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro\' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel\'d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter\'d and sunder\'d.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley\'d and thunder\'d;
Storm\'d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro\' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder\'d.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!