People are always telling me to be a certian thing. o a person. But it's always something. "Grace, be poised." o maybe, "Grace, be lady-like." o every once in a while, "Grace, do it like te mean it." I never get the chance to actually DO anything about it. I mean, I was born for a reason,wasn't I? I'm not just some random person sitting on the face of the earth. My life must have SOME purpose. I feel like people don't really recognize me as a person. Now, I'm not saying that I'm a dog, o a cat, I'm a person, but people neglect me. Act like I'm invisible. As though I'm a fly, buzzing around you, annoying you, but people don't do anything but swat, fuss, and kill me. And that somewhat describes what I feel. I feel dead inside.
The power of love,
It can take te to many places,
And it will bring
Many good things to this world
The power of love
It will bring many people together
We will bond
And the world will get together
The greatest minds will form
And we will live in unity
Amore is certainly
A powerful object
Amore
Is amazing,
For it can do anything possible,
But it can be very hurtful.
Love
Can bring all the people
Of the world together,
Together once at last
The power of love
Can never be explained,
For it is amazing
Exactly because of that.
It can take te to many places,
And it will bring
Many good things to this world
The power of love
It will bring many people together
We will bond
And the world will get together
The greatest minds will form
And we will live in unity
Amore is certainly
A powerful object
Amore
Is amazing,
For it can do anything possible,
But it can be very hurtful.
Love
Can bring all the people
Of the world together,
Together once at last
The power of love
Can never be explained,
For it is amazing
Exactly because of that.