"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She alisema the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any zaidi frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey wewe guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New jersey
It’s the color of you
wewe always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our machungwa, chungwa book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two machungwa, chungwa crayons
When everyone else was green
Then wewe left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
wewe were in the machungwa, chungwa field in the sky
wewe always alisema was there.
The machungwa, chungwa of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though wewe left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone machungwa, chungwa in the rainbow
Without wewe here
I protect my own
Though I wish wewe were here
Now machungwa, chungwa is my color
A color for wewe bravery
A color for my survival
machungwa, chungwa will forever be our color
Even though death took wewe away
Forever machungwa, chungwa for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
wewe always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our machungwa, chungwa book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two machungwa, chungwa crayons
When everyone else was green
Then wewe left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
wewe were in the machungwa, chungwa field in the sky
wewe always alisema was there.
The machungwa, chungwa of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though wewe left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone machungwa, chungwa in the rainbow
Without wewe here
I protect my own
Though I wish wewe were here
Now machungwa, chungwa is my color
A color for wewe bravery
A color for my survival
machungwa, chungwa will forever be our color
Even though death took wewe away
Forever machungwa, chungwa for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Your moyo is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing kwa you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
wewe are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times wewe told everything-
It was a lie, I upendo wewe became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. wewe probably cannot songesha away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing kwa you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
wewe are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times wewe told everything-
It was a lie, I upendo wewe became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. wewe probably cannot songesha away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood kwa me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To onyesha them that...
Their work was useful.
To onyesha them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to onyesha all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood kwa me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To onyesha them that...
Their work was useful.
To onyesha them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to onyesha all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
