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When you were born You fell head first into the world And you kept falling Sometimes people reached out They held you up But after a time, they let go Other times, people let you fall You slip through their fingers Time to time, You'll hit the earth with a dull thud You'll stay grounded, Feet firmly planted, But, Never for long Soon, you have to fall again You build up the courage And jump. Then you're falling You fall faster Spiralling out of control And just when you think, You can't fall anymore There's somebody waiting... Waiting  to catch you But those who really love you They won't catch you They'll let y

There once was an ordinary box. Brown in colour, with an address neatly scrawled across the top. Now this box was so ordinary nobody seemed to care about it and this is how the box became lost. It was a windy day in June when the box got lost in the mail. The mail man was a clueless, old fellow who always delivered mail at eleven AM sharp. Not once was he late, but as he was a clueless old man, he sometimes delivered the mail to the wrong house, or forgot a letter back in the mail room. I'm sure you're wondering why we're concentrating so much on this particular mail man. Well, it's all quite simple. This mail man, who's name was John, is the

Lightening flashed across the sky. Thunder rattled the thin walls of the house. A small face peered out into the storm. A tiny nose pressed against the window. Hot breath causing the glass to fog up. Little Ella Roberts giggled as forked lightening seemed to leap out of the sky. The red and orange hues of the late afternoon sky danced as rain blurred the horizon. Ella stood, stretching. Silently, she pulled on her battered rain boots. Tugging on her older brother's baggy sweater, and slapping on her old, yellow rain hat, Ella slipped out the door. Once outside in the rain, Ella let loose a laugh. With rain, came freedom. Drops of rain splashe

They say the world is changing The way we think is rearranging We're learning to accept All bad thoughts have been swept Black and white no longer exist There's no need to enlist We have dutifully created peace There's no need for any more police These thoughts are all very nice But they're just there to entice And I'll tell you now, they're not true There's no perfect place for me or you This sad sweet world hasn't changed The government's completely deranged I still see homeless people in the street I still hear about those children who were beat Some people still aren't accepted Because of who they wed People judge by the

Every love story it's the same old thing Someone's tuggin' on that poor girl's heart strings There's a Romeo or maybe Prince Charming Who has a smile, that's quite disarming There's a fair maiden or a princess Who's caught up in a lot of distress Charming to the rescue, Romeo too! Whoever's in trouble, they know what to do Then there's the villain, who really is scary There's got to be a helper, maybe a fairy The villain is vanquished, no doubt about that There never was any need for vicious combat Now the Princess and Prince ride off in the sunset Singing the world's most perfect duet I wonder, oh how I wonder where Charming ha