Praying with wewe is
like walking
on the morning grass
with the fickle dewdrops
tickling our bare feet
while our souls meet
and smile to greet
each other...
Praying with wewe is
like drifting
on wispy, white clouds
on a sunny day, as we play
like little kids
a little fine, a little fey
And as our game starts
our upendo engulfs our hearts...
Praying with wewe is
Like dreaming
a magnificent dream
where we scream
in ecstasy
as a upinde wa mvua wraps
wewe and me
in vibrant colours of glee...
Praying with wewe is
Like weaving
a fairy story
that we fill with
God’s goodness and glory
Each memory we create
is a tale of our sweet love
so memorable, so great...
like walking
on the morning grass
with the fickle dewdrops
tickling our bare feet
while our souls meet
and smile to greet
each other...
Praying with wewe is
like drifting
on wispy, white clouds
on a sunny day, as we play
like little kids
a little fine, a little fey
And as our game starts
our upendo engulfs our hearts...
Praying with wewe is
Like dreaming
a magnificent dream
where we scream
in ecstasy
as a upinde wa mvua wraps
wewe and me
in vibrant colours of glee...
Praying with wewe is
Like weaving
a fairy story
that we fill with
God’s goodness and glory
Each memory we create
is a tale of our sweet love
so memorable, so great...
Once Upon A Time..
There was a little girl who was happy...
Until she grew up...
The mirror..
Something that scares people..
The person looking back at them is someone they don't want to see...
"Hey I just met you, and this is crazy! But your fat, so slit your wrist maybe?"
Words that will forever run through my head...
The mirror is the place where truth is,
Until it gets out of hand
Thinking oneself is fat when really all they are, are bones..
People live there life kwa the number at there feet,
Praying it's not over 100 au even higher then 90
To be skinnier is the goal that people would even die for
That's all they want is to be skinny until there Bones show..
This becomes peoples life and making them self skinny...
It;s killing teens today..
There was a little girl who was happy...
Until she grew up...
The mirror..
Something that scares people..
The person looking back at them is someone they don't want to see...
"Hey I just met you, and this is crazy! But your fat, so slit your wrist maybe?"
Words that will forever run through my head...
The mirror is the place where truth is,
Until it gets out of hand
Thinking oneself is fat when really all they are, are bones..
People live there life kwa the number at there feet,
Praying it's not over 100 au even higher then 90
To be skinnier is the goal that people would even die for
That's all they want is to be skinny until there Bones show..
This becomes peoples life and making them self skinny...
It;s killing teens today..
This is a song I made up!
~wHISPERS~
Until the End of time,
Until the end of me,
You'll be the death of me,
I dare wewe to kuvuka, msalaba the line,
Because something curl waits for thee.
~Singing~
Broken inside
Feeling alive
Forced to defy
Who casts me aside
I'm waiting to be
Broken inside
Losing my mind
Gasping for life
Crashing through times
That drive me to find
The darkness behind
Will never run dry
But all still stand
~Chorus~
Deep down inside
I know that your the death of me,
And I dare wewe to kuvuka, msalaba that line.
Because deep down I know
That I'm broken
I'm broken
~singing again~
The thinning line between
wewe and my sanity
Is quickly fading
I'm slowly sinking
Into Insane world we called love.
Takes just a breeze to cause a storm
Takes just a breath to cause a scream
It takes me to cause a tragedy
And slowly fading away...
~Chorus canon~
Deep down inside
I know that your the death of me,
And I dare wewe to kuvuka, msalaba that line.
And deep down inside I'm fading because...
I'm Broken...
~wHISPERS~
Until the End of time,
Until the end of me,
You'll be the death of me,
I dare wewe to kuvuka, msalaba the line,
Because something curl waits for thee.
~Singing~
Broken inside
Feeling alive
Forced to defy
Who casts me aside
I'm waiting to be
Broken inside
Losing my mind
Gasping for life
Crashing through times
That drive me to find
The darkness behind
Will never run dry
But all still stand
~Chorus~
Deep down inside
I know that your the death of me,
And I dare wewe to kuvuka, msalaba that line.
Because deep down I know
That I'm broken
I'm broken
~singing again~
The thinning line between
wewe and my sanity
Is quickly fading
I'm slowly sinking
Into Insane world we called love.
Takes just a breeze to cause a storm
Takes just a breath to cause a scream
It takes me to cause a tragedy
And slowly fading away...
~Chorus canon~
Deep down inside
I know that your the death of me,
And I dare wewe to kuvuka, msalaba that line.
And deep down inside I'm fading because...
I'm Broken...
Look threw,even the sea
Erin
Name: Izzy Rae Frostinialiga (Frost)
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank juu inaonyesha belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the wingu in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so wewe see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen mwaka in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank juu inaonyesha belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the wingu in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so wewe see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen mwaka in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
