Last Chapter! Hope wewe all had a wonderful time kusoma this story, and I hope to post zaidi in the future! Here we go…
WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE
They (“They” being Kowalski, Rico and the Chimps) had changed the kengele for a zaidi somber mood. It stood straight up instead of at an angle, and had a fine glossy black finish over it. At the top, above the bell, was a white kuvuka, msalaba that blinded everyone when the sun hit it. The kuvuka, msalaba seemed to stand alone against the bell. Like skipper against the world, Marlene thought bitterly.
She watched the funeral with a growing sadness. It ached in her heart, and she used her tail as a tissue quite often.
It finally came time for their part. Private grabbed the mike stand, and Marlene picked up her guitar. For the first verse, Private would sing, and then they would both sing the choruses. Marlene would sing the sekunde chorus, and from there they would sing together.
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when wewe grow up
Would wewe be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned??
He said, "Will wewe defeat them
Your demons and all the non-believers
The plans that they have made?
Because one day, I'll leave you
A phantom to lead wewe in the summer
To jiunge the Black Parade"
Sometimes I get the feeling
She's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
And through it all, the rise and fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you're gone we want wewe all to know
We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on, we'll carry on
And in my heart, I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
And while that sends wewe reeling
From decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Let's shout out loud and clear
Do wewe fight it to the end?
We hear the call to carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
You're weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Disappointed faces of your peers
Take a look at me
'Cause I could not care at all
Do au die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Though wewe try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
Won't explain au say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna onyesha my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's only
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy who wanna sing his song
Just a man, I'm not a hero
I don't care!
We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on, you'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
You're weary widow marches on
Do au die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Though wewe try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
(We'll carry on)
Do au die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Though wewe try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
(We'll carry on)
Mort clapped. then other hands joined in. Before they knew it, the entire zoo was roaring in approval. Marlene and Private hugged, and went back down to their seats. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad without him after all.
She had her friends. One was gone, but had taught her something. Never give in to the fear of not fitting in, and don’t always go with the flow. And most importantly, to have something to believe in.
Because of him, wanyama now came every Sunday to praise God. It was a moving time, and everybody always looked mbele to it. Lectures and Speeches were aliyopewa in front of the Bell- which was nicknamed “Skipper’s Bell.”
And all was good in Central Park again.
THE END
See? I told wewe it would be left off happy!Before I go, I want to say one last song that really impacts me.
Good Riddance (Time of your life) kwa Green Day
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs wewe kwa the wrist, directs wewe where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope wewe had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
tojo of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope wewe had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope wewe had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope wewe had the time of your life.
WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE
They (“They” being Kowalski, Rico and the Chimps) had changed the kengele for a zaidi somber mood. It stood straight up instead of at an angle, and had a fine glossy black finish over it. At the top, above the bell, was a white kuvuka, msalaba that blinded everyone when the sun hit it. The kuvuka, msalaba seemed to stand alone against the bell. Like skipper against the world, Marlene thought bitterly.
She watched the funeral with a growing sadness. It ached in her heart, and she used her tail as a tissue quite often.
It finally came time for their part. Private grabbed the mike stand, and Marlene picked up her guitar. For the first verse, Private would sing, and then they would both sing the choruses. Marlene would sing the sekunde chorus, and from there they would sing together.
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when wewe grow up
Would wewe be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned??
He said, "Will wewe defeat them
Your demons and all the non-believers
The plans that they have made?
Because one day, I'll leave you
A phantom to lead wewe in the summer
To jiunge the Black Parade"
Sometimes I get the feeling
She's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
And through it all, the rise and fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you're gone we want wewe all to know
We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on, we'll carry on
And in my heart, I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
And while that sends wewe reeling
From decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Let's shout out loud and clear
Do wewe fight it to the end?
We hear the call to carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
You're weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Disappointed faces of your peers
Take a look at me
'Cause I could not care at all
Do au die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Though wewe try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
Won't explain au say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna onyesha my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's only
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy who wanna sing his song
Just a man, I'm not a hero
I don't care!
We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on, you'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
You're weary widow marches on
Do au die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Though wewe try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
(We'll carry on)
Do au die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Though wewe try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
(We'll carry on)
Mort clapped. then other hands joined in. Before they knew it, the entire zoo was roaring in approval. Marlene and Private hugged, and went back down to their seats. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad without him after all.
She had her friends. One was gone, but had taught her something. Never give in to the fear of not fitting in, and don’t always go with the flow. And most importantly, to have something to believe in.
Because of him, wanyama now came every Sunday to praise God. It was a moving time, and everybody always looked mbele to it. Lectures and Speeches were aliyopewa in front of the Bell- which was nicknamed “Skipper’s Bell.”
And all was good in Central Park again.
THE END
See? I told wewe it would be left off happy!Before I go, I want to say one last song that really impacts me.
Good Riddance (Time of your life) kwa Green Day
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs wewe kwa the wrist, directs wewe where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope wewe had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
tojo of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope wewe had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope wewe had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope wewe had the time of your life.
