We all have wings,
They help us fly,
Through this hell,
We call life,
Weather your wings,
Are full of feathers,
Or full of holes,
That is your choice,
If you do wrong,
A new hole apperes,
But if you do good,
The feathers grow stronger,
As they grow steonger,
You can fly faster,
And get out of this hell,
If they weeken,
It takes you longer,
Than it needs,
So if you want,
To get through this hell,
Do things that are right,
And aviod the holes,
For if you go to slow in this hell,
You will die and rot away,
But if you go quickly,
You will keep your wings,
And continue to fly,
With your loved ones,
All the days of your life.
This is maily by my frind Wings, [Firmina Tiberia], but I helped him with it. Heh
I walk in the rain,
When I;m alone,
It comforts me,
When I'm in the rain,
No one can see me cry.
The rain seems to wash away,
My fears and my tears,
I wish for somthing that is real,
All I have found is the rain,
I love to walk in the rain becuse,
No one can see me cry,
I cry becuse I nothing elce is real,
It makes me feel alone in this world,
The true friend that stays by my side,
She will guide me through this place,
We will be friends till the very end,
If we were ever to hate one another,
Owr world would end,
We keep eachother sain in this world,
This world of hatred and fear,
When the rain falls and I go out to cry,
Becuse nothing is real,
The could part in one spot,
In that spot,
My friend stands strong,
I cry no longer,
Knowing that she is real,
She helps me find other things,
That are real like the rain,
In that same spot,
Where the clouds part,
We will age with all things,
Things that are real,
Like the rain,
We fly up into the skyes,
Still side by side,
As we did before....
-A walk in the rain (Things that are real) By Eryn/Shadofang
Alone the wolf howls,
Alone he will stay,
Alone like the wind,
On a cool summer day....
I made this poem