Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

How often we stumble and fall because our gaze is transfixed at what is behind us. It is only when we realize that we should not be looking at what has been, but rather, what is to become, that we can pick ourselves up and begin a journey towards the greater good.

If I could only decipher the insanity that runs through my mind at times like these, maybe I would begin to understand who I truly am. I'm sorry, I wish I could be better, I wish it didn't have to be like this. But it seems that my wishes are only hopes that fade away over time, as they never seem to come true, anyway. I think it's time I picked myself up from where I left off, sprawled on the ground, weeping. There's no use in walking towards a destination with your eyes focussed someplace else - the goal will never be reached. And so I must keep my chin up, keep my eyes fixed on what is ahead, not what is behind. I must learn to walk away from my long gone wishes and hopes of what could have been, and pursue my determinations and relentnesses [if there's no such word in the english dictionary, forgive me] of what is going to be. It's time to stand on my own two feet again. It's time things changed.

Mama just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now hes dead. Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away. Mama, didn't mean to make you cry, if I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters. Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time. Goodbye everybody, I've got to go, gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, any way the wind blows, I dont want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.