<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815</id><updated>2012-03-01T10:37:39.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-7273123751873040047</id><published>2009-01-29T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:59:09.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B’day Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SYG2Ep04VUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gvD_4i2TV_E/s1600-h/graphic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296714827827795266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SYG2Ep04VUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gvD_4i2TV_E/s320/graphic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am with yet another song&lt;br /&gt;A silent whisper for the angels to sing along&lt;br /&gt;This is your day, if I may say&lt;br /&gt;I am empty handed on your b’day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no presents, I have no cards&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to offer you&lt;br /&gt;Except my regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish for you is a secret prayer&lt;br /&gt;For God will open doors in my favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good Lord will bless and keep you&lt;br /&gt;And will make all your dreams come alive&lt;br /&gt;For he alone will open doors&lt;br /&gt;And make things alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B’day dear friend&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you may be&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not a part of this day&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop myself from wishing you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-7273123751873040047?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7273123751873040047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=7273123751873040047&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7273123751873040047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7273123751873040047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-bday-dear-friend.html' title='Happy B’day Dear Friend'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SYG2Ep04VUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gvD_4i2TV_E/s72-c/graphic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-7914562395000072912</id><published>2009-01-04T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:12:37.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Going To Be Alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SWHADD-VL5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/mKLwHE9hZrI/s1600-h/Believe%20Website%20Background2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287718596348555154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SWHADD-VL5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/mKLwHE9hZrI/s320/Believe%2520Website%2520Background2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have there been times when you felt lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Have there been times when you felt like giving in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have there been times when you no longer had the strength to carry on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And have there been times when you just felt like dying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When things around you are put to question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you seem to be under the bad light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take heed and stand for what you believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you aren't liable and you don't have to let go without a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy when you have friends who can back you up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust you no matter what and remain the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fight for you and fight for what you've got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not pack you up and use you like some old stock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Galling situations surround me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been cut off like some no good tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I believe that everything is going to be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This forever won't be the plight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This test of your faith will pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long you have no doubt about the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing to be afraid of or hold grudge against&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you can be sure for everything to outlast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is going to be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure it will all work together for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no true friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will go without being understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-7914562395000072912?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7914562395000072912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=7914562395000072912&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7914562395000072912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7914562395000072912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-going-to-be-alright.html' title='It&apos;s Going To Be Alright'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SWHADD-VL5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/mKLwHE9hZrI/s72-c/Believe%2520Website%2520Background2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-3058525080265428869</id><published>2008-12-10T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:13:37.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/ST-yYM2JtsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ONaUciQqF6A/s1600-h/HoldingHands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278133417136469698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/ST-yYM2JtsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ONaUciQqF6A/s320/HoldingHands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No longer a foreigner in an unknown turf&lt;br /&gt;I say with poise&lt;br /&gt;You my love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt;’t just a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t easy, life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt;’t the same&lt;br /&gt;Every day a struggle&lt;br /&gt;It’s everybody’s game &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of trouble, in times of pain&lt;br /&gt;We stick together&lt;br /&gt;Knowing there is so much to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you ought to know&lt;br /&gt;Is my love for you has grown&lt;br /&gt;Like never before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to offer but these words&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realize&lt;br /&gt;You are the song that my heart never denies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens I am with you&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;I want you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around I won’t shut you down&lt;br /&gt;When I move about aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;At times of want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-3058525080265428869?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3058525080265428869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=3058525080265428869&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3058525080265428869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3058525080265428869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-times.html' title='At Times...'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/ST-yYM2JtsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ONaUciQqF6A/s72-c/HoldingHands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-5465289442375486465</id><published>2008-11-24T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:19:07.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child abUSE - Could you be of any USE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SSsGApuNU_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndXzulOdDls/s1600-h/csa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272314397036729330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SSsGApuNU_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndXzulOdDls/s320/csa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Could you be of any use?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To help prevent child abuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me ask you, first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you aware of what a child goes through?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It could be you or anyone you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It could be someone who you care or don't care about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet it's a child who is abused!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let not any precious child go through this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's act! Let me know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Together we can fight this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let us fight for this cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is it? Why is it? Who does it? One might ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let not your ignorance spoil a Child's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Act Now! Let's do it now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me shed some light, if not now, the child will shed its life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Let&lt;/span&gt; us fight for the Child's fright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One child tortured with many chores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It hits them at their heart, flesh and bones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Working in hotels and houses and suffering behind closed doors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fight Physical abuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One feeling left out all alone in the cold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Helpless and shattered not knowing where to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Racial Neglect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One being molested and threatened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sexually harassed and beaten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fight Sexual abuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One having to hear everything that a child doesn't want to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forced to listen to harsh and filthy words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Caught in the worst trap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fight Emotional abuse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its happening I know, I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because I've been there! I've seen it! I know for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I wish to be the cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let us be a cue for the cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am writing this ode today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To bring out the reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For us to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The price an innocent child pays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let us act now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before it's too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What ever little effort you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would be great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let our energies focus towards the cause!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not for anyone, not for you, not for me, not for the society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But for the CHILD! Let's make their lives better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Save them from the snares of the devil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come on now, Let us do this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let us act now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Give them a bigger and a brighter future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-5465289442375486465?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5465289442375486465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=5465289442375486465&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5465289442375486465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5465289442375486465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/11/child-abuse-could-you-be-of-any-use.html' title='Child abUSE - Could you be of any USE?'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SSsGApuNU_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndXzulOdDls/s72-c/csa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-9045412453051835892</id><published>2008-09-05T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:19:57.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying In The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SMExqFXpmoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/s27j9vGAfQM/s1600-h/GirlInWindowRainResized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242526040301607554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SMExqFXpmoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/s27j9vGAfQM/s320/GirlInWindowRainResized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was small, hardly ten years old&lt;br /&gt;Heard the stories seen them all&lt;br /&gt;She was too young to understand any of this&lt;br /&gt;but she quickly matured before the other kids did&lt;br /&gt;Every time and when in pain&lt;br /&gt;You can see her crying in the rain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes&lt;br /&gt;Out in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;The only time where she opens up&lt;br /&gt;her little heart carrying all the pain&lt;br /&gt;This little girl goes&lt;br /&gt;Goes on crying in the rain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know her family well&lt;br /&gt;Had no proper upbringing&lt;br /&gt;She thought she was living in hell&lt;br /&gt;Lived behind closed doors&lt;br /&gt;With no fairytale stories&lt;br /&gt;Just a barren life filled with remorse &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes&lt;br /&gt;Out in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;The only time where she opens up&lt;br /&gt;her little heart carrying all the pain&lt;br /&gt;This little girl goes&lt;br /&gt;Goes on crying in the rain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-one knew what she was going through&lt;br /&gt;She was a mystery except for a few&lt;br /&gt;Every time she wanted to cry&lt;br /&gt;She would look out the window&lt;br /&gt;With arms open wide&lt;br /&gt;Silently wishing for the heavens to cry &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes&lt;br /&gt;Out in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;The only time where she opens up&lt;br /&gt;her little heart carrying all the pain&lt;br /&gt;This little girl goes&lt;br /&gt;Goes on crying in the rain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear drops from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Mixes with the tears from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She lets the rain whisper sweet nothings&lt;br /&gt;Before she bids them all good-bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-9045412453051835892?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/9045412453051835892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=9045412453051835892&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/9045412453051835892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/9045412453051835892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/09/crying-in-rain.html' title='Crying In The Rain'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SMExqFXpmoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/s27j9vGAfQM/s72-c/GirlInWindowRainResized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-2420450351292924981</id><published>2008-07-11T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:01:01.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SHchIgx7osI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rvb-q2kyDQo/s1600-h/Breaking%20Free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221678723081413314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SHchIgx7osI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rvb-q2kyDQo/s320/Breaking%2520Free.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of life would it be?&lt;br /&gt;If I had to stay here&lt;br /&gt;Just to make believe&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what now baby&lt;br /&gt;This ship is sailing away&lt;br /&gt;And am sorry but you don’t have a say&lt;br /&gt;Is this your attitude?&lt;br /&gt;You might ask&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a choice&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking free from all this crap&lt;br /&gt;This is not a relationship&lt;br /&gt;This is a trap&lt;br /&gt;People, wake up and see&lt;br /&gt;If you really have what you need&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be the prey&lt;br /&gt;Just cause your weak&lt;br /&gt;Instead be poised, be meek&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is something to think about&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know for sure&lt;br /&gt;But I still gave it a thought&lt;br /&gt;Made me realize I was caught&lt;br /&gt;I decided to break open the shackles&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in and opted to move out&lt;br /&gt;No regrets what so ever&lt;br /&gt;I just think I am smart enough to be clever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-2420450351292924981?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2420450351292924981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=2420450351292924981&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2420450351292924981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2420450351292924981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/07/breaking-free.html' title='Breaking Free'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SHchIgx7osI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rvb-q2kyDQo/s72-c/Breaking%2520Free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-1488707264557867444</id><published>2008-06-12T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:19:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POVERTY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SFEkJCZg6yI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PE_WlJ4ka9A/s1600-h/poverty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210985981525682978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SFEkJCZg6yI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PE_WlJ4ka9A/s320/poverty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Across the nations, over the sea&lt;br /&gt;People unite in agony&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for survival&lt;br /&gt;In all that they see&lt;br /&gt;Break the walls down of poverty&lt;br /&gt;United we stand, banners fly&lt;br /&gt;Protestors are left high and dry&lt;br /&gt;Poverty the birthplace for vexation&lt;br /&gt;Can’t blame the poor souls&lt;br /&gt;They are drowning in deep depression&lt;br /&gt;The fight goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;As Ngo’s and Governments&lt;br /&gt;Answer the phone&lt;br /&gt;Do we see a solution at sight?&lt;br /&gt;Or is poverty soaring as high as a kite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-1488707264557867444?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1488707264557867444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=1488707264557867444&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1488707264557867444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1488707264557867444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/06/poverty.html' title='POVERTY.'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SFEkJCZg6yI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PE_WlJ4ka9A/s72-c/poverty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-899932914977303213</id><published>2008-06-01T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:26:05.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Imagination.</title><content type='html'>I was at work when suddenly dark clouds covered the big blue sky. I was freezing as the temperature in my bay dropped to almost 19 degree. The climate forced me to draw out my note pad. Thankfully, it was lunch time in Europe and I had sometime on my hand. I walked out and sat on the stairway looking out the window I began to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“The scent of Love, its profound meaning&lt;br /&gt;I saw it in you, as I rested for a while&lt;br /&gt;Your breath on my neck and the warmth of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Took me by surprise – a sinful bliss&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me why&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me how&lt;br /&gt;We always end up together somewhere somehow&lt;br /&gt;I search my heart for some old memories&lt;br /&gt;I am not surprised to see, they are now just some old can of cherries”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The sky was so dark and the wind was blowing hard when, suddenly the skies opened and it began to pour down heavily. The climate was so romantic and sadly I was at work. All I could do to enjoy this climate was to put my imagination to some good use. I chuckled for some reason and started to pen down my next set of lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“I stand there in the balcony, facing the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to gently come and hug me&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in my ears, sweetie here’s your cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you and you say - the night looks naughty indeed&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Triggers an unusual feeling with in me&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I enjoy every moment you spend with me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, what do you know; it was time for me to go. I had a few calls to make and I wanted to keep the flow alive. Quickly, I shifted to my "&lt;strong&gt;work mode&lt;/strong&gt;" and made those calls. Had a few good conversations and it was time for me to go. For some weird reason even before I completed the poem I knew it would be my favorite piece of work. I was home and climate was still lovely. I read through what I wrote and started to continue regaining the flow I wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Slowly, together we move to the couch&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly I scream – OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;You sat on my finger I laughed out loud&lt;br /&gt;Sssshhh… the night’s fresh and there’s no crowd&lt;br /&gt;I saw you chuckle as you uttered those blissful words out&lt;br /&gt;I saw your eyes shine bright&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn’t ignore your sight”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting in to the mood and suddenly my cell phone rings. “Hello…Oh hi, what’s up?” I end up having a long conversation with one of my close friend. Chit chatting late in to the night, I love having such conversations it’s always fun. Now, come on am sure y’all would agree with me on this one. Anyways, it was at this time I thought of rendering this poem in a different way and as I ended the conversation I went back in to working on my little master piece... (chuckle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“We laid there watching the world go by&lt;br /&gt;Am I testing your patience sweet sugar – Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;The things you do, I’d love to see&lt;br /&gt;Baby you never fail to amuse me&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hands I say this to you&lt;br /&gt;Some of my dreams I wish to share with you”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late night. I went online, caught up with my ‘&lt;strong&gt;late night crawlers’&lt;/strong&gt;, visiting my orkut pages, having some pleasant chat, drinking little wine and working on my poem. Oh, yeah!! I was still in the flow. I have written a lot of love/romantic poems in the past but, with this one I wanted to project the whole thing in a &lt;strong&gt;BOLD&lt;/strong&gt; way, heat things up a bit and show some maturity in my writing style. I start imagining again, and I began to jot down a few lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Take me in to a province that’s just ours&lt;br /&gt;Where we can while away time and spend hours&lt;br /&gt;Holding me in your arms – making love&lt;br /&gt;Sweet talking all day all night long&lt;br /&gt;I rested my head on your chest&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your heartbeat, I feel your sweat&lt;br /&gt;I raise my head to look in to your lovely eyes&lt;br /&gt;Honey, let’s just become victims of the night&lt;br /&gt;Making new memories – Lets delight&lt;br /&gt;Thousand kisses with little fights”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally charged up all excited about this poem. I knew it was special for me and I wanted to post it on the 1st of June. Just so it could be the first poem of this month. So, here I am working on the last portion watching the match the final of the IPL, trying to keep my cool and my sense of imagination alive but, the intensity of the match is getting me all worked up,praying hard on the inside for Chennai to win the match and closing my eyes to picture the scene for me to start writing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“To lay there with him to watch him smile&lt;br /&gt;His sweet smell of scent takes me miles&lt;br /&gt;I love it when he puts his arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And secures me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The night feels so complete when your right here by my side”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-899932914977303213?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/899932914977303213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=899932914977303213&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/899932914977303213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/899932914977303213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/06/romantic-imagination.html' title='Romantic Imagination.'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-3781081769370076141</id><published>2008-05-22T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:52:15.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SDZT7HF5n_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HTKxw0G3qJM/s1600-h/sunshine_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203438694454370290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SDZT7HF5n_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HTKxw0G3qJM/s320/sunshine_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the summer's heat knocking on my door&lt;br /&gt;With winter's breeze far behind&lt;br /&gt;I sit here with my glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;Cooling myself with soothing music&lt;br /&gt;knowing that tomorrows another day of sun shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a big deal out of travelling to work&lt;br /&gt;In an insane hour - 12 pm to be precise&lt;br /&gt;With summer's heat draining every bit of my energy&lt;br /&gt;I just can't come to terms with winter being so far off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the summer's heat - a reason for people's sad demise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close to about 40 minutes in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Makes me complain&lt;br /&gt;Not stopping to think about the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who work in this heat&lt;br /&gt;Just to ensure we get our grains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s look at the other side&lt;br /&gt;Do not be so self centered&lt;br /&gt;It's not a joke when others say&lt;br /&gt;That someone’s hard work&lt;br /&gt;Goes un noticed when things are taken for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-3781081769370076141?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3781081769370076141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=3781081769370076141&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3781081769370076141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3781081769370076141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/05/summers-heat.html' title='Summer&apos;s Heat'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SDZT7HF5n_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HTKxw0G3qJM/s72-c/sunshine_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4392900055166245805</id><published>2008-05-14T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:02:11.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different World Same Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SCtYBVeVohI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5lENjNw8Zr4/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200346974696874514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SCtYBVeVohI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5lENjNw8Zr4/s320/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s 2 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t asleep&lt;br /&gt;I walk to my balcony&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel the cold breeze&lt;br /&gt;I pull up my bean bag&lt;br /&gt;I cuddle up there&lt;br /&gt;Gaze at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Silently wishing I was there&lt;br /&gt;I tried to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To dream for a while&lt;br /&gt;But the sky was so attractive&lt;br /&gt;Forced me to watch the clouds go by&lt;br /&gt;Passing through the moon&lt;br /&gt;It looked so fine&lt;br /&gt;I covered myself with my blanky&lt;br /&gt;I was having a good time&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered that I have friends&lt;br /&gt;Who leave work at this time&lt;br /&gt;But the world they see&lt;br /&gt;Is so very different from mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4392900055166245805?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4392900055166245805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4392900055166245805&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4392900055166245805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4392900055166245805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/05/different-world-same-time.html' title='Different World Same Time.'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SCtYBVeVohI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5lENjNw8Zr4/s72-c/00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4158541693507185930</id><published>2008-05-06T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T04:25:52.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PREMONITION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SCFJLFHKg6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hm_0AIvKuxQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197515899661878178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SCFJLFHKg6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hm_0AIvKuxQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take just a minute&lt;br /&gt;And ask yourself this&lt;br /&gt;What do I need?&lt;br /&gt;To surpass this&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of distress&lt;br /&gt;Consume my cry&lt;br /&gt;I feel at sea&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;We have all been there&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;Each one has a different way&lt;br /&gt;To find that cure&lt;br /&gt;Every hassle every strive&lt;br /&gt;You have got to go through the battle&lt;br /&gt;And come out with pride&lt;br /&gt;Premonitions are part of life&lt;br /&gt;Ruling your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;From all four sides&lt;br /&gt;Interpret it properly&lt;br /&gt;You will see it unravel befittingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4158541693507185930?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4158541693507185930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4158541693507185930&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4158541693507185930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4158541693507185930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/05/premonition.html' title='PREMONITION'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SCFJLFHKg6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hm_0AIvKuxQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8080808264765008189</id><published>2008-04-21T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T04:26:50.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWINGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SAyqBDWdv2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OkTGZDIRXaI/s1600-h/girl&amp;amp;dove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191711405507460962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SAyqBDWdv2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OkTGZDIRXaI/s320/girl%26dove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Searching for love&lt;br /&gt;Through the day&lt;br /&gt;Fighting pain&lt;br /&gt;Through the night&lt;br /&gt;Things change, people change&lt;br /&gt;But the plight forever will be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deep into the past&lt;br /&gt;Trying to resolve unsolved emotions&lt;br /&gt;Puts one in a delicate position&lt;br /&gt;With no perfect present&lt;br /&gt;Time didn’t wait, wounds never healed&lt;br /&gt;But one moves on along with the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is far away&lt;br /&gt;To survive this twinge&lt;br /&gt;Is a battle on its own&lt;br /&gt;Will someone be there?&lt;br /&gt;Will someone be there for me today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8080808264765008189?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8080808264765008189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8080808264765008189&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8080808264765008189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8080808264765008189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/04/twinge.html' title='TWINGE.'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/SAyqBDWdv2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OkTGZDIRXaI/s72-c/girl%26dove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-195947109279503111</id><published>2008-04-10T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:22:02.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Dressed In White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R_71bfW7Y0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/9yS0WbfuaVE/s1600-h/herat2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187853673400329026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R_71bfW7Y0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/9yS0WbfuaVE/s320/herat2-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every soul is precious&lt;br /&gt;Every cry is heard&lt;br /&gt;But still I see deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;And eyes with fake tears&lt;br /&gt;People dressed in white&lt;br /&gt;Are not angels in disguise&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time?&lt;br /&gt;They ever did something right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drought, hunger and death&lt;br /&gt;Are all set to strike&lt;br /&gt;What is your take on this?&lt;br /&gt;Are you even willing to fight?&lt;br /&gt;Debates, discussions, interviews&lt;br /&gt;Is not the answer for this?&lt;br /&gt;Put your words into action&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this time you won’t miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the chosen one&lt;br /&gt;Elected by the people&lt;br /&gt;The whole nation looks up to you&lt;br /&gt;But all you do is kill&lt;br /&gt;Go out there and do what is right&lt;br /&gt;People dressed in white&lt;br /&gt;You have the power&lt;br /&gt;In which you take pride&lt;br /&gt;Use it to hear the torment and cry&lt;br /&gt;Of the minority&lt;br /&gt;Who are depressed and deprived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-195947109279503111?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/195947109279503111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=195947109279503111&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/195947109279503111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/195947109279503111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/04/people-dressed-in-white.html' title='People Dressed In White'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R_71bfW7Y0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/9yS0WbfuaVE/s72-c/herat2-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4785966088771780958</id><published>2008-04-04T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:02:04.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SERENITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R_b1FUTP5LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PMvSEnw0oik/s1600-h/Seeking+SerenityLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185601492661298354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R_b1FUTP5LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PMvSEnw0oik/s320/Seeking%2BSerenityLR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hush now don’t say a word&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and see the world&lt;br /&gt;The peace, the beauty that surrounds your mind&lt;br /&gt;Is not what you’ll get to see on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Serenity is a quality one must develop&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of it lies underneath your cup&lt;br /&gt;The cup of life is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Use it wise, use it while you can&lt;br /&gt;Live your life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have heard that a million times before&lt;br /&gt;But have you thought about the rest&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured you will have places to go&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see the world&lt;br /&gt;The world I see when I shut my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hopes and dreams fade the minute I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to press on till my last breath&lt;br /&gt;I will not give up even if am on my death bed&lt;br /&gt;Serenity, we will get there for sure&lt;br /&gt;With our eyes open&lt;br /&gt;We will make a secure future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4785966088771780958?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4785966088771780958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4785966088771780958&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4785966088771780958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4785966088771780958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/04/serenity.html' title='SERENITY'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R_b1FUTP5LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PMvSEnw0oik/s72-c/Seeking%2BSerenityLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-648804513126554025</id><published>2008-03-31T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:26:03.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Happening Right Where You Are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R_HGi0TP5KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/H4VIkWfx0hQ/s1600-h/fotolia_QuestionMark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184142947537380514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R_HGi0TP5KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/H4VIkWfx0hQ/s320/fotolia_QuestionMark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look around you&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Ask this to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you may be&lt;br /&gt;I was at this concert&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day&lt;br /&gt;Two questions where directed at me&lt;br /&gt;And now am directing it to y’all today&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna stand and watch? Or&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna do something?&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions&lt;br /&gt;To which am answering&lt;br /&gt;But what am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Y’all must be thinking&lt;br /&gt;Molestation, harassment, dowry&lt;br /&gt;Poverty, child labor and slavery&lt;br /&gt;All this and more&lt;br /&gt;Is happening in your locality&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna stand and watch? Or&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna do something?&lt;br /&gt;Shocking but true&lt;br /&gt;I speaking from the victim’s point of view&lt;br /&gt;Do what you can&lt;br /&gt;The steps are few&lt;br /&gt;But if we stick together&lt;br /&gt;We can make things brand new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-648804513126554025?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/648804513126554025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=648804513126554025&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/648804513126554025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/648804513126554025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-happening-right-where-you-are.html' title='It’s Happening Right Where You Are!'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R_HGi0TP5KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/H4VIkWfx0hQ/s72-c/fotolia_QuestionMark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-2656371180294573682</id><published>2008-03-28T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:23:24.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It is so clear&lt;br /&gt;The breath of life is here&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss out on it&lt;br /&gt;Like I did the last time&lt;br /&gt;What makes me say this&lt;br /&gt;Is what I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;That everyone of us is special&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;At times we can just feel so low and blue&lt;br /&gt;Feel worthless without a clue&lt;br /&gt;Look deep within you&lt;br /&gt;And your sure to find something new&lt;br /&gt;I am just a small town girl&lt;br /&gt;With dreams and hopes&lt;br /&gt;Got no clue of what to expect&lt;br /&gt;Got no idea about who I am yet&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;In some one's life&lt;br /&gt;Be there around them to make things right&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts running in my mind&lt;br /&gt;But my words are true&lt;br /&gt;So let them shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-2656371180294573682?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2656371180294573682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=2656371180294573682&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2656371180294573682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2656371180294573682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-904161794389634616</id><published>2008-03-27T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:12:51.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make The Start</title><content type='html'>The world is full of people&lt;br /&gt;Too busy with their lives&lt;br /&gt;Well am not an exception to this&lt;br /&gt;But I see to that I don't lose sight&lt;br /&gt;On my way to work&lt;br /&gt;I saw few people fight&lt;br /&gt;I could only say to myself&lt;br /&gt;That this world is in desperate need for help&lt;br /&gt;People always have time for themselves&lt;br /&gt;But not for their loved ones&lt;br /&gt;This shows we live in a selfish world&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of self centered people around&lt;br /&gt;Things have got to change&lt;br /&gt;But where does one start?&lt;br /&gt;Stop, don't turn to your neighbour&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you make the start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-904161794389634616?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/904161794389634616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=904161794389634616&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/904161794389634616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/904161794389634616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/make-start.html' title='Make The Start'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-6693825243492677489</id><published>2008-03-27T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:17:19.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-tjikTP5JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1OXp4iyA2y8/s1600-h/Awesome+god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182345241730999442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-tjikTP5JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1OXp4iyA2y8/s320/Awesome+god.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know that we serve an awesome god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who died, So that we could live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He bore all the burdens for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he accepted us inspite of our sins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was brutally beaten for his good deeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still hears us out and answers our needs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sit here in my bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These thoughts rushed into my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That made me say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I serve an awesome god today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-6693825243492677489?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6693825243492677489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=6693825243492677489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6693825243492677489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6693825243492677489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/awesome-god.html' title='Awesome God'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-tjikTP5JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1OXp4iyA2y8/s72-c/Awesome+god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4506043040542022838</id><published>2008-03-26T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T05:51:19.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I, Will You?</title><content type='html'>Can I come to you?&lt;br /&gt;When I feel low&lt;br /&gt;Will you lift me up?&lt;br /&gt;And never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;All of my secrets&lt;br /&gt;Will you help me?&lt;br /&gt;Safeguard it from the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I hear you say?&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Will you treat me well?&lt;br /&gt;Till the end and not sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I see you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Just to me&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me be there?&lt;br /&gt;To set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I know you more?&lt;br /&gt;The whole of you&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;From now on till the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4506043040542022838?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4506043040542022838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4506043040542022838&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4506043040542022838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4506043040542022838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-i-will-you.html' title='Can I, Will You?'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-3084444997085851644</id><published>2008-03-26T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T03:30:25.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Needs To Be Done?</title><content type='html'>If you need me I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;If you don't I don't care&lt;br /&gt;The world is a better place to live in&lt;br /&gt;If you can press on and not give in&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants their 15 seconds of fame&lt;br /&gt;To get there survival of the fittest is the game&lt;br /&gt;Play your part and play it fair&lt;br /&gt;In the end you will get your share&lt;br /&gt;Open your mind and envisage&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes to see the ridge&lt;br /&gt;Give all that you have got&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I never fought&lt;br /&gt;Look out for new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find it and your sure to glee&lt;br /&gt;This is what needs to done&lt;br /&gt;For all of us to have some fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-3084444997085851644?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3084444997085851644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=3084444997085851644&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3084444997085851644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3084444997085851644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-needs-to-be-done.html' title='What Needs To Be Done?'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4784804829074230275</id><published>2008-03-24T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:20:04.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Is My Trend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-dxuETP5II/AAAAAAAAAJE/5O9GpcUpZfU/s1600-h/484stripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181234932555441282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-dxuETP5II/AAAAAAAAAJE/5O9GpcUpZfU/s320/484stripes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh lord my god&lt;br /&gt;I feel real odd&lt;br /&gt;To see people around me&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t let me be&lt;br /&gt;I lost many friends&lt;br /&gt;The minute they knew Jesus is my trend&lt;br /&gt;How it hurts me to see&lt;br /&gt;These people who fail to see you as the key&lt;br /&gt;They dislike me&lt;br /&gt;They tell me it’s impossible to be sin free&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I will shine with pride&lt;br /&gt;I pray in and out&lt;br /&gt;Lord for you alone I will sing aloud&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I will carry your burden and pay&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your message&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I’ve been set free from a cage&lt;br /&gt;My heart will seek out for your face&lt;br /&gt;That forever will be my case&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4784804829074230275?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4784804829074230275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4784804829074230275&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4784804829074230275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4784804829074230275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/jesus-is-my-trend.html' title='Jesus Is My Trend'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-dxuETP5II/AAAAAAAAAJE/5O9GpcUpZfU/s72-c/484stripes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-987531184354766283</id><published>2008-03-22T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:21:13.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praises</title><content type='html'>Praise be unto the lord&lt;br /&gt;Who has worked miracles upon us&lt;br /&gt;Praise his holy name&lt;br /&gt;For he has helped us win the game&lt;br /&gt;He has healed us&lt;br /&gt;He has released his mighty power&lt;br /&gt;Only to shower us with his blessings&lt;br /&gt;For he is our strong tower&lt;br /&gt;For this Easter god made sure&lt;br /&gt;That we heard his message of cure&lt;br /&gt;We were touched and we were healed&lt;br /&gt;As for me and my friends&lt;br /&gt;All we did was kneel&lt;br /&gt;We gave him thanks of praise&lt;br /&gt;For he is full of grace&lt;br /&gt;Always ready to hear us out&lt;br /&gt;Thank you lord for sending us an anointed preacher&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your message our wonderful teacher&lt;br /&gt;We forever will worship you&lt;br /&gt;We are your selected few&lt;br /&gt;Who will always run to you&lt;br /&gt;We surrender to you oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;We give you our lives&lt;br /&gt;We worship you with all our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We will spread your words in different parts&lt;br /&gt;Be with us dear Lord&lt;br /&gt;Help us reach out to the crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-987531184354766283?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/987531184354766283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=987531184354766283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/987531184354766283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/987531184354766283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/praises.html' title='Praises'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-5146470942099623652</id><published>2008-03-21T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:20:51.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-Nv0UTP5GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jeuG7CPME8A/s1600-h/pic5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180106940999525474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-Nv0UTP5GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jeuG7CPME8A/s320/pic5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that time of the year&lt;br /&gt;For us to freak out and cheer&lt;br /&gt;A very special day it is&lt;br /&gt;For all of us who know this kid&lt;br /&gt;Stern stubborn strong&lt;br /&gt;Call him however you want&lt;br /&gt;An absolute star&lt;br /&gt;Is what you are&lt;br /&gt;You are turning a year older &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-NunkTP5DI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MplSyJGCUXU/s1600-h/pic5.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't sit there with your folder&lt;br /&gt;It's your day it's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;I wish you get all your heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy and blessed throughout the year&lt;br /&gt;You deserve only the best things in life&lt;br /&gt;For now just cut the cake with the knife&lt;br /&gt;I send my wishes across to you&lt;br /&gt;This one is long overdue&lt;br /&gt;Have a blast today tomorrow and forever&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday is going to rock that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear one&lt;br /&gt;God bless you go now and have some fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-5146470942099623652?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5146470942099623652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=5146470942099623652&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5146470942099623652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5146470942099623652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-Nv0UTP5GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jeuG7CPME8A/s72-c/pic5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-25154700478261125</id><published>2008-03-20T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:59:16.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions Running Wild</title><content type='html'>Emotions running wild&lt;br /&gt;I feel so confused inside&lt;br /&gt;What seemed like fun before&lt;br /&gt;Has been wiped off the shore&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand on what's happening&lt;br /&gt;I just hope he ain't gaming&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a start of a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;I am just a fool who has been dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clue on what's on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I was rejoicing like an idiot with a lotta pride&lt;br /&gt;I think I've to distance myself from such emotions&lt;br /&gt;It's useless trying to make friends with passion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-25154700478261125?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/25154700478261125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=25154700478261125&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/25154700478261125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/25154700478261125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/emotions-running-wild.html' title='Emotions Running Wild'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-2354044769714793224</id><published>2008-03-20T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:08:42.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-IbXUTP5CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b3wHGTbT_oY/s1600-h/bi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179732608829875234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-IbXUTP5CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b3wHGTbT_oY/s320/bi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Through the sorrow through the joy&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen it all, my boy&lt;br /&gt;Cried in darkness out of pain&lt;br /&gt;In the end what did I gain?&lt;br /&gt;As a child I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;To say out loud what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was too shy&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world go by&lt;br /&gt;Try to make a point and they call you stupid&lt;br /&gt;But don’t give up till you achieve it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s got their share of miseries&lt;br /&gt;Talk to them and you’ll hear all their stories&lt;br /&gt;For many the sorrows may last for a night&lt;br /&gt;But many won’t let go without a fight&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the situation is like&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on mate, just don’t strike&lt;br /&gt;Be bold be strong&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in your life can ever go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Stand up for what you believe in&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forgot that life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Even if you plan to give in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-2354044769714793224?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2354044769714793224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=2354044769714793224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2354044769714793224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2354044769714793224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-IbXUTP5CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b3wHGTbT_oY/s72-c/bi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-7737919652470602601</id><published>2008-03-19T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T04:53:13.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Of A Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-D-kcz02XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2ilQOYA8X7Q/s1600-h/Pearl_%20Cultured_%20pearls_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179419473638381938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-D-kcz02XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2ilQOYA8X7Q/s320/Pearl_%2520Cultured_%2520pearls_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever believed in miracles&lt;br /&gt;That could bring about a change in your life&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of it now I chuckle&lt;br /&gt;To see the difference I make in someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;Someone special crossed my path&lt;br /&gt;Right when I was under someone’s wrath&lt;br /&gt;I’m amazed at the instant bond&lt;br /&gt;I’m speechless I’m stunned&lt;br /&gt;With heart of diamond and words of gold&lt;br /&gt;A pearl of a person, really bold&lt;br /&gt;This is a miracle that I cherish&lt;br /&gt;For this one has made my worries perish&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful entry into my barren life&lt;br /&gt;Has added yet another chapter to make things right&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to expect out of this&lt;br /&gt;But I’m sure I won’t end up giving it a miss&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what’s in store for me&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will be alright and I‘ll be free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-7737919652470602601?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7737919652470602601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=7737919652470602601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7737919652470602601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7737919652470602601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/pearl-of-person.html' title='Pearl Of A Person'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R-D-kcz02XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2ilQOYA8X7Q/s72-c/Pearl_%2520Cultured_%2520pearls_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-7228629347087325166</id><published>2008-03-18T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:09:55.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking By The Shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R9-u8sz02WI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZV24p6a3xtw/s1600-h/ATgAAABvvEmxp0PtZp61L5hUssNWwhYOYcUbsJBur2hS6pXMb981zS-9PzdmnvLdANBfM0keO2OJH86dhA8j6sUsHQ2BAJtU9VC-jsPLwglXo8tHQSYEBojS240KYg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179050454343276898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R9-u8sz02WI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZV24p6a3xtw/s320/ATgAAABvvEmxp0PtZp61L5hUssNWwhYOYcUbsJBur2hS6pXMb981zS-9PzdmnvLdANBfM0keO2OJH86dhA8j6sUsHQ2BAJtU9VC-jsPLwglXo8tHQSYEBojS240KYg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking by the sea shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starring at the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars shine brightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All through the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound of waves reaches my ears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I recollect my past few years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a single tree at a distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish to settle here with my tent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The touch of the wind makes me cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish I was old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a beautiful night never the less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait I just remembered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go my room's a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-7228629347087325166?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7228629347087325166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=7228629347087325166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7228629347087325166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7228629347087325166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-by-shore.html' title='Walking By The Shore'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R9-u8sz02WI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZV24p6a3xtw/s72-c/ATgAAABvvEmxp0PtZp61L5hUssNWwhYOYcUbsJBur2hS6pXMb981zS-9PzdmnvLdANBfM0keO2OJH86dhA8j6sUsHQ2BAJtU9VC-jsPLwglXo8tHQSYEBojS240KYg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8361729422718478627</id><published>2008-03-17T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:24:54.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS ULTIMATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R944f8z02VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TQ7FBYSVY6U/s1600-h/~6596508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178638743073249618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R944f8z02VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TQ7FBYSVY6U/s320/~6596508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days of rain and a day of game&lt;br /&gt;We all waited before we took aim&lt;br /&gt;This is my first shot at the sport&lt;br /&gt;And now I guess I am addicted to the court&lt;br /&gt;So much of energy so much of fun&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of the game is as bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe its love at first sight for me&lt;br /&gt;This game has captured my heart oh so deeply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking for fitness, looking for health&lt;br /&gt;Look no further, here’s a game&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate Frisbee is the name&lt;br /&gt;For those who are looking out for a sport&lt;br /&gt;Hope I’ll see y’all this weekend at the court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8361729422718478627?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8361729422718478627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8361729422718478627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8361729422718478627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8361729422718478627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-ultimate.html' title='ITS ULTIMATE'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R944f8z02VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TQ7FBYSVY6U/s72-c/~6596508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-475246822734053726</id><published>2008-03-13T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:38:22.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Her Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R9jnvsz02UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PwHNfo_xYlc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177142578330786114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R9jnvsz02UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PwHNfo_xYlc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She counted upon many to hear her out&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by people and all they got&lt;br /&gt;Never had a family who made her feel real love&lt;br /&gt;Mama's got her excuses and&lt;br /&gt;Dada's got his job&lt;br /&gt;She grew up all alone&lt;br /&gt;Spent sleepless nights by her phone&lt;br /&gt;All she wanted was some attention&lt;br /&gt;But no one's got the time&lt;br /&gt;Silently she cries herself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;With no one by her side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To console her as she weeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She locks herself inside a bathroom&lt;br /&gt;And cries her sorrows out&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that someone someday will hear her out&lt;br /&gt;She waited for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing has changed&lt;br /&gt;People enter her life and&lt;br /&gt;All she gets is tamed&lt;br /&gt;It's now too late for anyone&lt;br /&gt;She moved away for good&lt;br /&gt;Filled with hurt and remorse&lt;br /&gt;She just feels too lost&lt;br /&gt;So she opened the bottle of tablets&lt;br /&gt;And consumed all the pills&lt;br /&gt;The medicine that use to heal her&lt;br /&gt;Became the venom that kills&lt;br /&gt;That’s right she is no longer alive&lt;br /&gt;For us to reach out to her&lt;br /&gt;But keep in mind that&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more just like her&lt;br /&gt;There could be someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whos’ right there next to you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to tell her&lt;br /&gt;What she means to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-475246822734053726?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/475246822734053726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=475246822734053726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/475246822734053726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/475246822734053726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/hear-her-out.html' title='Hear Her Out'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R9jnvsz02UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PwHNfo_xYlc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8695641503428254068</id><published>2008-03-04T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T04:49:06.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAK DIYA INDIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R81FGoeQxWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ykSVKW1ClCs/s1600-h/87987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173867527164446050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R81FGoeQxWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ykSVKW1ClCs/s320/87987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a win - HISTORIC!! A fitting end to a nightmare. I have to put this write up in my blog for personal reasons. India beat Australia in their home soil to claim the CB series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about cricket but I used to be a die hard fan of the Australian cricket team (my family still is) but things changed the moment I saw Dhoni enter the team. Am not his fan but he is an important person. By God's Grace and his hard work this young lad has achieved so much in such a short span of time and HATS OFF to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a roller coaster ride for the Indian team but they maintained their professionalism and have answered back in a fitting way. The team has stuck together at all times with a captain that backed them no matter what paved the way to a series win against the aussies. This is India's FIRST EVER tri-series win. A nail biting finish indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak diya India. We are definitely proud of you. An amazing display of team work mixed with the right amount of aggression. The youngsters have done it, proved the critics wrong. A strong team in the making and this is just the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations TEAM INDIA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8695641503428254068?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8695641503428254068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8695641503428254068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8695641503428254068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8695641503428254068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/03/chak-diya-india.html' title='CHAK DIYA INDIA!'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R81FGoeQxWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ykSVKW1ClCs/s72-c/87987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-7909538652752802503</id><published>2008-02-29T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:40:58.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say No To War.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R8jeJop8nlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xap8WsyA2tE/s1600-h/197279jovug6jgvu.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172628429148560978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R8jeJop8nlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xap8WsyA2tE/s320/197279jovug6jgvu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we all come together?&lt;br /&gt;To make this world a better place&lt;br /&gt;Joining our hands in prayer&lt;br /&gt;And stick through those trying days&lt;br /&gt;We can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;If we all just learn to be friends&lt;br /&gt;So, why pick up these fights&lt;br /&gt;Then lose your sense of direction&lt;br /&gt;What did these innocent people do?&lt;br /&gt;To fall under your wrath&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;The mayhem you’ve in your path&lt;br /&gt;Where is this going to lead you?&lt;br /&gt;To heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;Think again, as you’re just kicking up dirt&lt;br /&gt;We call for peace and you say no&lt;br /&gt;We can’t sit back just to see you go&lt;br /&gt;Guns and armors can’t solve anything&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not create a war but a new beginning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-7909538652752802503?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7909538652752802503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=7909538652752802503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7909538652752802503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7909538652752802503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/say-no-to-war.html' title='Say No To War.'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R8jeJop8nlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xap8WsyA2tE/s72-c/197279jovug6jgvu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-7132088068062938646</id><published>2008-02-27T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:35:52.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try and Try…..Till You Succeed! Does this actually work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R8ZQJvRf_DI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xLx51tz5RgI/s1600-h/success.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171909350320503858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R8ZQJvRf_DI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xLx51tz5RgI/s320/success.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh!! Well am back with another article, this time am going discuss on the topic of “Try and you will succeed”. I’ve heard “famous” people say this before but never believed in it. Come on now give me a break here, I have been trying hard to succeed in a lot of areas of my life and somehow I feel I am quite not there until last evening. Yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for the first time in a long time I felt success yesterday after trying for hours. What am I saying? I am just too caught up, let me explain. Yesterday, at work I had an important task that I had to complete. It was more of a deadline kind of a thingy. I am currently working on a research study on the European man guard market and yesterday I had to call up The Netherlands. I had been calling like for 2 hours straight and no luck. I walked in at 8:30 in the morning and it was like 4 when I started my calls (Don’t panic, I did do some other “official” work in-between). Anyways, so there I was sitting and basically breaking my head, getting all worked up and irritated (not only people refused to give their interviews but my team kind of fell short in having to write awards) How short? Well, we had to submit 4 awards this month and we fell short by not a big margin, we fell short of 4 awards! And my only hope was this one person from Belgium who can possibly be a nominee for an award, but I didn’t receive his email in over a weeks time and for the kind of state I was in, I lost the little hope that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something happened. Yes, it’s a miracle I know lol but it happened. There was this one person who was willing to help me out and he not only gave me the information I needed but he answered all of my questions without any kind of hesitation. Now, how cool is that. So I felt a little no actually a lot better. As, I was about to end the call I receive a mail. Yes, right again it was the mail I was waiting for. If your thinking how lucky she can get. Think again because I don’t think this was luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only because I tried without giving up did I get the interview that I needed. You might ask me, why then did I consider this a miracle earlier? I did that because I believe that it was because of my perseverance. I don’t intend to sound so philosophical but am sure many will agree with me on this one and those of who you don’t feel free to leave your comments. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say here is that I learnt something yesterday. It is not that only if you gain stardom or popularity can you say that you tried and that’s how I succeeded. It applies to every single person and every single action you perform. It’s only because I was willing to make the calls did I somehow end up speaking to atleast one person who was being so informative, and this happened only because I tried. Now am not going to get awarded or praised in my office for this. Why? Because it’s my job and this is what I have to do. But I felt so content and felt a sense of accomplishment in helping my team in every which way possible. And I felt even happier when I had my loved ones feeling ecstatic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized all this when I was on the bike with Archana K C ( &lt;em&gt;one of my dear freinds&lt;/em&gt;), I even told her that this is what I am going to put up on my blog next. So people out there even the little things you do on a day to day basis will make you feel a winner when you sit back and realize what you have accomplished. So try and try you will succeed does work! Catch y'all on my next post. B4N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Tee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-7132088068062938646?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7132088068062938646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=7132088068062938646&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7132088068062938646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7132088068062938646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/try-and-trytill-you-succeed-does-this.html' title='Try and Try…..Till You Succeed! Does this actually work?'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R8ZQJvRf_DI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xLx51tz5RgI/s72-c/success.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8099008338058582570</id><published>2008-02-25T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:27:52.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R8Opv_Rf_CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DogYkwEpLWE/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171163439055240226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R8Opv_Rf_CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DogYkwEpLWE/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;When you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;Someone to lift you up and make you stand&lt;br /&gt;You look around to find that all have gone&lt;br /&gt;But you know in your heart&lt;br /&gt;That God won’t let you drown&lt;br /&gt;We all are alone someway or the other&lt;br /&gt;Even the happiest person will go through trouble brother&lt;br /&gt;So why take it all on yourself&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to god and he will help&lt;br /&gt;Go about life the same old way&lt;br /&gt;Only this time you will have your say&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful, life is fun&lt;br /&gt;Learn to enjoy it and you will run&lt;br /&gt;Don’t sit back and grumble all day&lt;br /&gt;Instead pack up your bag and lead the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8099008338058582570?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8099008338058582570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8099008338058582570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8099008338058582570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8099008338058582570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life Is Beautiful'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R8Opv_Rf_CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DogYkwEpLWE/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-5863582277470073163</id><published>2008-02-24T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T03:20:16.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know In Your Heart</title><content type='html'>There's so much do&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to say&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things&lt;br /&gt;That's here out today&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be the star&lt;br /&gt;That shines brightly from afar&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to instigate&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to under estimate&lt;br /&gt;Seek for the potential inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Come out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;Let the light shine through you&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To be all that you are&lt;br /&gt;Know in your heart&lt;br /&gt;That you’re the diamond and the star&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world that you’ve made the start&lt;br /&gt;Let them know that you’re playing your part&lt;br /&gt;Leave the past behind you&lt;br /&gt;You blue-eyed girl&lt;br /&gt;You will see all evil crumble and curl&lt;br /&gt;Be bold and be strong&lt;br /&gt;Let this world now hear your song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-5863582277470073163?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5863582277470073163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=5863582277470073163&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5863582277470073163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5863582277470073163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/know-in-your-heart.html' title='Know In Your Heart'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8584328094570541468</id><published>2008-02-18T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:34:28.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Upon The Lord.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7pcPvRf_BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z8ydsDfISYc/s1600-h/prayer-hands_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168544947818724370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7pcPvRf_BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z8ydsDfISYc/s320/prayer-hands_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us call upon the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to the skies and shout&lt;br /&gt;For he will be there to save us&lt;br /&gt;Let's just call upon the Lord&lt;br /&gt;The alpha and the omega&lt;br /&gt;Is by your side&lt;br /&gt;He will be there with you throughout the night&lt;br /&gt;For you alone are my God&lt;br /&gt;And in thee will I trust&lt;br /&gt;With my soul crying out&lt;br /&gt;I will call upon the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Give him your heart today&lt;br /&gt;And you will hear him say&lt;br /&gt;How much you mean to him&lt;br /&gt;Come on, just call unto him&lt;br /&gt;He will make you reach heights&lt;br /&gt;Take away all your freights&lt;br /&gt;He will make your path straight&lt;br /&gt;And then you will sing&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear Lord you’re great&lt;br /&gt;Let us call upon the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to the skies and shout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8584328094570541468?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7pcPvRf_BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z8ydsDfISYc/s72-c/prayer-hands_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-1116295628822306123</id><published>2008-02-17T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:26:10.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7kI2fRf_AI/AAAAAAAAAG4/e0IyjpOWUZo/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7kI2fRf_AI/AAAAAAAAAG4/e0IyjpOWUZo/s320/sky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168171779585211394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s early morning, and she wakes up&lt;br /&gt;Makes some bread and then she packs up&lt;br /&gt;She brushes her hair and wears her shoe&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, let me drop you&lt;br /&gt;She goes for work and checks her files&lt;br /&gt;She feels so tired after walking those miles&lt;br /&gt;She still enjoys what she does&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, what’s the fuss?&lt;br /&gt;Friends come home and we party all night&lt;br /&gt;Eat some chips and start a pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;They are my world and it’s full of light&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, join the flight&lt;br /&gt;Take me to a place where the sun don’t set&lt;br /&gt;Take me high so I reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;My dreams and wishes will get satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Every day belongs to us&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, let’s take the bus&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you around and then you’ll see&lt;br /&gt;That there are so many of us&lt;br /&gt;Longing to be like you or me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-1116295628822306123?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1116295628822306123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=1116295628822306123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1116295628822306123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1116295628822306123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/come-on-now.html' title='Come On Now'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7kI2fRf_AI/AAAAAAAAAG4/e0IyjpOWUZo/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-5018768482871089995</id><published>2008-02-17T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:27:49.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7hJzPRf-9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/yYVShRIhhXE/s1600-h/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167961717029731282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7hJzPRf-9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/yYVShRIhhXE/s320/crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;How much I needed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you just left me all alone in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all these years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When every guy just leaves me in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I not worth being loved, dear god&lt;br /&gt;Am I the joke for all, dear god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'd come to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tell me that am good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end they just dump me like a fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts me bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it adds on to the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still fake a smile in that pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I really that bad, dear god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I going to be alone, dear god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one sees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cry all alone in the dark, dear god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all just need me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For sometime in thier lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then they all just tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me alone, leave my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For how long I've to be this way god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For how long I've to be alone, dear god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-5018768482871089995?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5018768482871089995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=5018768482871089995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5018768482871089995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5018768482871089995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7hJzPRf-9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/yYVShRIhhXE/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8807608122753074031</id><published>2008-02-15T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:40:27.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're No Good</title><content type='html'>Oh no, Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Don't start, don't be such a pain&lt;br /&gt;I know what your upto&lt;br /&gt;And am sick of all that you do&lt;br /&gt;You say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;But do you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't need this&lt;br /&gt;Because I can see right through you&lt;br /&gt;You're no good&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say this&lt;br /&gt;You're absurd&lt;br /&gt;And this is something that I heard&lt;br /&gt;If you say, you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you treat me right&lt;br /&gt;If you say, you care&lt;br /&gt;Why do we fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, Something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Don't start lets just not fight&lt;br /&gt;You tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;With your harsh words&lt;br /&gt;And now you're a free bird&lt;br /&gt;You're no good&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say this&lt;br /&gt;You're absurd&lt;br /&gt;And this is something that I heard&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is happening&lt;br /&gt;You just are so damn frightening&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away from here&lt;br /&gt;And start afresh without you&lt;br /&gt;Being anywhere near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8807608122753074031?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8807608122753074031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8807608122753074031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8807608122753074031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8807608122753074031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-no-good.html' title='You&apos;re No Good'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-3329478642907105615</id><published>2008-02-14T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:35:12.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection - Tare Zameen Par</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7Uf-fRf-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-m3Hy14oYm0/s1600-h/tare_zameen_par_08_1611__430x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167071305884761010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7Uf-fRf-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-m3Hy14oYm0/s320/tare_zameen_par_08_1611__430x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7Ufz_Rf-6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/gcjV_JQdVhY/s1600-h/aamir_445x340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167071125496134562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7Ufz_Rf-6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/gcjV_JQdVhY/s320/aamir_445x340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night was special apart from the fact that it was Valentine’s Day, there was something else that made an impact on me and someone who’s special in my life. I am not a major movie buff and I don’t understand the technicalities of it. But, I am good enough to appreciate a film that was remarkably one of the best or may be I will go one step ahead and say “The Best” thought provoking movie that I have ever seen in recent times. No I did not go out to watch a mushy mushy love story, I am talking about a movie with a tag line that says “Every Child Is Special” Yes, I am talking about Tare Zameen Par.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to give you a quick snap shot of this movie. It revolves around an 8 year old kid who endures a lot of pain because no one around him recognizes that he is a slow learner. He found it hard to cope up with his studies and always felt pressured by his parents. He was packed off to a boarding school by his parents hoping that he would become a bit more disciplined but this just added to the kid’s trauma. The separation from his family made the child feel neglected, rejected, unloved and uncared for. He felt that he was given the worst punishment of separation just because he wasn’t excelling at school. His parents and teachers compared him to his brother who was an ace student in all fields. They failed to realize that this child needs help and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, now why am I writing an article based on this? I have my reasons and I am penning them down. I know for a fact that this movie will make me cry but what I didn’t realize that it would have such a big impact on me. Every kid is special, and different. They all need to be treated correctly. I know a girl who had a similar problem when she was 10 years old. No she wasn’t suffering from dyslexia (like the actor in the movie) but, she did feel left out and rejected all her life. She was an average student, was ok at sports and sings well. So, then, what’s the similarity between the kid in the movie and her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in her life failed to realize that she felt unloved and uncared for. Most of her life she didn’t have her father by her side. She faced a lot of verbal and physical abuse right from when she was 10 years old. People didn’t know or rather failed to realize the impact it can have on a child. She went through hell, from her parent who didn’t want to believe that she was suffering from an eye problem right from grade 2. Oh, she voiced out the problem but her mother dismissed the whole thing by saying that you don’t have a problem you just want to “show off”. I mean why would a girl who’s in grade 2 want to show off with glasses. She suffered because of this, as she sat in the last row she couldn’t see the black board and always had to look into her neighbor’s book to copy notes. This was a huge problem because she got caught by her teachers during exams for trying to copy when all she did was trying to copy the questions written on the board. Because her mother failed to realize this, her grades dropped. She finally got her lens when she reached grade 7. There has been so many such instances in her life She longed to tell someone about how she felt, but everybody dismissed everything she had to say. She felt the separation right there and spent hours together in her room crying and longing for someone to hold her tight and hear all that she had to say. For any child family is something that’s permanent, something that will always remain to be a part of their lives. But, what happens when they fail to listen to that child like in this girl’s case or when they over look a certain disability like in the case of Ishann (the actor) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child starts to develop fear, a mental block rather. This stops the child from letting people (parents, teachers) know that he/she is having a problem and that it needs attention and help. Every parent, teacher, friends and siblings needs to communicate and listen to what each other have to say. Every child needs to be heard, they need to know that they can go up to their parents for anything and everything. A child will only know this if parents make them feel that they are there to help them at all times. In the case of Ishaan there was Ram (arts teacher - aamir khan).In the case of the girl there was no one. She is all grown up now. But she stills carries the hurt of wanting to tell someone how she felt and that she needs help. Till date she knows nothing about her father, except may be for his name and designation. She doesn’t know what it’s like to have a papa or dada as she would say. She has achieved a lot of things in school and in college but she never had her dad calling her up to tell her that she’s made him happy or congrats on your achievement. Only she knows how much she wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this movie that made her realize that she has achieved all that Ishaan did and that is something to be proud of. She didn’t know that she was good at something because no one in her family recognized her talent and no one appreciated her for her work (till date). Nobody (family) even knows that she writes even though she has shown her work. She didn’t have a Ram in her life to make her realize that she’s a winner. But, through the movie she understood that she has done it. She also realized that she’s all grown up and that she is not that little kid any more. She has been waiting for nearly a decade hoping that things will change for her but nothing did, she realized that she is old enough to be there for the other kids who are like her, but, she is still longing for a family that will appreciate her every work. And with all her heart she waits, waits patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to conclude by saying that, please do not neglect any child. Listen to what they have to say. Make them know that as parents we re always here for you. Yelling, beating or any other kind of abuse is not the way to correct a child. It’s only through love. At all times let your kids know that they are loved. This girl still waits for the void created by her family to be filled. Don’t ever make your kid feel alone because once this gets registered in the kid’s mind and heart, the trauma the child faces only I know and it HURTS. The child is yours LOVE HIM/HER abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-3329478642907105615?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3329478642907105615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=3329478642907105615&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3329478642907105615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3329478642907105615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/reflection-tare-zameen-par.html' title='Reflection - Tare Zameen Par'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7Uf-fRf-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-m3Hy14oYm0/s72-c/tare_zameen_par_08_1611__430x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8065217826207467718</id><published>2008-02-13T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:04:31.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Valentine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7QSGfRf-1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VmnoqPTAGeU/s1600-h/valentines2004.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166774575184214866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7QSGfRf-1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VmnoqPTAGeU/s320/valentines2004.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There she was looking at me&lt;br /&gt;With roses in her hands&lt;br /&gt;That was given by me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she’s my girl&lt;br /&gt;We had a tiff&lt;br /&gt;Now, am just wondering what else to gift&lt;br /&gt;I keep pacing up and down&lt;br /&gt;And every time I look at her&lt;br /&gt;She just frowns&lt;br /&gt;It’s Valentine’s Day today&lt;br /&gt;And I made her sad&lt;br /&gt;Let me do something&lt;br /&gt;To make her glad&lt;br /&gt;I think, I think, I think real hard&lt;br /&gt;And I came up with an idea&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am smart&lt;br /&gt;I quickly sat down to write a song&lt;br /&gt;Just so I and my sweetheart can sing along&lt;br /&gt;I slowly walk toward her&lt;br /&gt;As she looks around&lt;br /&gt;I hold her close to me&lt;br /&gt;And I sing a song&lt;br /&gt;You are my valentine&lt;br /&gt;And I love you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel angry, don’t feel blue&lt;br /&gt;Am sorry for making you upset&lt;br /&gt;I know that’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;I accept my mistake&lt;br /&gt;You accept my song&lt;br /&gt;You are my valentine&lt;br /&gt;And I love you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel angry, don’t feel blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8065217826207467718?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8065217826207467718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8065217826207467718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8065217826207467718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8065217826207467718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-my-valentine.html' title='You&apos;re My Valentine!'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7QSGfRf-1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VmnoqPTAGeU/s72-c/valentines2004.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-7068435568243049711</id><published>2008-02-13T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:18:08.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email From a Pastor, About My Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;I read your Blog….Keep up the great work of being real and letting Jesus shine through you. Some Christians get so preachy that we don’t seem real to people which only turns people off. They need to know that we are real and that, yes, we struggle with issues too, but we have someone that will help us through all of our struggles. We should all have a goal of helping people that suffer and coming against injustice. We need more Christian like you!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You!&lt;br /&gt;Pastor John Marvin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-7068435568243049711?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7068435568243049711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=7068435568243049711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7068435568243049711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7068435568243049711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/email-from-pastor-about-my-blog.html' title='Email From a Pastor, About My Blog!'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-3695203155201332318</id><published>2008-02-12T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:10:43.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time After Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7J7xfRf-wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IWqthRGKrxQ/s1600-h/I_Walk_Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166327812686084866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7J7xfRf-wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IWqthRGKrxQ/s320/I_Walk_Alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There she goes walking down the empty old street&lt;br /&gt;As tears filled her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She tries so hard not to cry&lt;br /&gt;But the pain's so hard to take&lt;br /&gt;She falls apart&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t seem to understand, why&lt;br /&gt;No one chooses to be by her side&lt;br /&gt;They all seem to want her&lt;br /&gt;But, not for life&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl seems helpless&lt;br /&gt;Disheartened she beats up herself&lt;br /&gt;She shows her true colors only to the one, she loves&lt;br /&gt;But many fail to ease her, and just storm out&lt;br /&gt;She knows in her heart, she is all alone&lt;br /&gt;And when she cries out, people slam the phone&lt;br /&gt;Is it her fault that she needs some attention?&lt;br /&gt;How much does it cost to give her that affection?&lt;br /&gt;Every tear drop is counted&lt;br /&gt;Every cry is heard&lt;br /&gt;But as for this little girl&lt;br /&gt;She has made up her mind&lt;br /&gt;She will be kind&lt;br /&gt;Kind enough to be there for the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who need her for life.&lt;br /&gt;With pain engulfing her heart&lt;br /&gt;She takes a stroll through park&lt;br /&gt;She has seen this happen to her&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;It’s no different, it ain’t a crime&lt;br /&gt;She picks up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And pulls up her life&lt;br /&gt;She wipes all her tears&lt;br /&gt;And says goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-3695203155201332318?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3695203155201332318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=3695203155201332318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3695203155201332318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3695203155201332318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-after-time.html' title='Time After Time'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R7J7xfRf-wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IWqthRGKrxQ/s72-c/I_Walk_Alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8333039659935929633</id><published>2008-02-08T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:54:55.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Think Twice To Say You Care!</title><content type='html'>Hi people, firstly, thank you all for your comments on my first article. I really appreciate y’all taking time out to read it. This has encouraged me to go ahead and write my second one. I mostly concentrate on topics that can make an individual think. Am not saying that he has to act on it, but I believe that thinking is the first step before someone jumps into action. Agreed? Well, for my second topic I decided to talk on the subject of “Love”. Now, wait am not referring to the romantic shade of it but Love as a whole. Let me ask you, how many of us actually take time out to let your loved ones know that you really care for them? Answer, sadly not many. We don’t realize the impact this can have on a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have in my life time come across various people, different race, color and religion. Well who hasn’t? Anyways, now not everyone I meet leave a mark on me but, most of them did. If you ask a close friend of mine he will tell you that I call all my friends as my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years back, I took a major leap of faith and I moved away from the ones who betrayed me (friends). Nope, am not complaining about it because the 2 months of isolation I went through made me realize the value of letting your loved ones know that you care. I felt so lost and unloved. I was in disbelief that my own friends can actually be so cruel. Time passed, I made new friends but I was always haunted by my past. I found it difficult to cope up; somewhere down the line I always thought these friends would betray me as well. But, they all contributed in making me believe that they are there for me no matter what. And that made me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every human alive will agree with me that it is important to show some love to your loved ones. Be it love from a mother to her child, brother to a sister or a boy friend to his girl friend or whoever. I will not deny the fact that everyone expresses their love. Am not here to debate on how much you have to or how often you have to express your love. Am just asking you “if your loved ones know that you love them no matter what”? Many of us, am sure have felt that we should have shown this person a little more love or treated him/her a little better. I have felt it. But, by the time I even realized this I had lost the person for good. So, I decided to show my love for people I love with every chance I get. It makes me feel special when I have people tell me how important I am to them and how much they love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that, with just your loving words, you can put a smile on a sad face and heal a broken heart? Try it and you will see. You might be the busiest man on planet earth but if you have someone who is longing for your love don’t be too busy in letting them know u care. Because you might be busy loving what you do and they might be busy loving you (take it in the right sense). Am not saying that that’s all they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a loved one waiting to hear from you, don’t think twice to call him or her. Spend time with your loved ones every chance you get. But, don’t miss out on the “other” things that are a part of your life. At the same time if you not getting the attention that you feel you should get. Don’t go asking for it. You are worth so much more. Also, stop to think if you’re treating those that are in your life correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re away from your loved one, be it whether you’re in your college or your work place or just hanging out with your bunch of friends, make an attempt to at least call or text your loved ones, a simple hi will make him/her feel special and wanted. After going home spend time with your family, find out what happened at home when you weren’t around. These are few things that you can do. I get busy once am at work but I make sure that I let my loved one know that am thinking about him with may be a call or a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen cases where the opposite party doesn’t even react properly when he/she receives a call from a loved one. Maybe your busy maybe your not but don’t ever take things for granted. If you were unable to react properly due to unavoidable circumstances just let your loved one know that you were caught up in a situation that forced me to react this way. And when a loved one calls you, talk to him/her properly, avoid giving away signs like you aren’t interested in talking to him/her because, that could hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in this world wants to love and be loved. When you have an opportunity to show it to some one don’t be a fool to miss out on it. Never let a person who is counting on you for your affection, love or care, down. They want it from you because you make them feel special. Be happy that there is someone who is longing for you, waiting for that one call or message from you. Please, do not think twice to let your loved once know that you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Tee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8333039659935929633?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8333039659935929633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8333039659935929633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8333039659935929633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8333039659935929633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-think-twice-to-show-you-care.html' title='Don&apos;t Think Twice To Say You Care!'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-6431475115268503528</id><published>2008-02-07T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T03:50:49.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s your purpose in life?</title><content type='html'>How many of us here know what our purpose in life is? How many of us can boldly or rather confidentially say that I know what my purpose in life is? Sure, you can tell me that you found your purpose in life; you can tell me that you’re a successful business man or an ace student or whatever. But that doesn’t mean that you have discovered your purpose in life or does it? I mean I can relate to all of the above listed things, its just that I would call it a responsibility and not a purpose. I asked myself the same question and the answer is I didn’t have a clear vision or rather an insight of my life’s purpose (until 2005 dec). How can one determine his or her purpose in life? Now, am not saying that by the end of this article you will know what your life’s purpose is but am sure that it will at least make you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really gave a thought about this until December of 2005 when my life was transformed for the better. Never did I believe in the strange ways of God to instill a purpose into every one of us. Trust me when I say this each of us have a purpose we just have to dig deep to find out what that purpose is. Now, the question is how do I do that? I don’t know if there is one correct way to discover these things but I can tell you how I, found my purpose in life. Time after time you might have come across situations that could grip your heart and question god. In my case it was people, right from my young age I was able to connect with the ones who were hurt in life. I always had an urge to go out and be there for them in all ways possible. When I was in school we (friends and I) decided to visit an old aged home. I admit that this was not something we wanted to do. It was Diwali and we wanted to do something different and when this thought cropped up we decided to give it a ago. It was a meaningless act if you ask me. We were just caught up in the moment. So, we landed in this place handed over the “stuff” you know the sweets, clothes etc…to the management and then we decided to spend time with the “senior citizens”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the turning point of my life. One little conversation with a grandpa affected me so much that it bought tears to my eyes. Soon, we left the place and as always my friends and I gathered up in the terrace to discuss on “the other” things. This experience for me was like a passing cloud because I felt at that time there was really nothing that I could offer these people and slowly I distanced myself from the entire episode. Years passed, I grew, and I no longer had the friends I used to. I was going through a rough patch in my life. I guess this is the time when every girl questions “Am I a woman or a girl”? Things took a sharp turn in my life and before I knew it I felt my inner energy was tapped. I could hear a voice cry out to me. I have never felt this way before. I felt so strong and empowered and it was during this time that I asked myself this question Tina, What is the purpose in your life? A quick flash back and once again tears filled my eyes. I realized that at that time I made the grandpa feel wanted. I made him feel that I was looking out for him and that I cared to spend Diwali with him for that little time. I realized that the meaningless act was not so meaningless anymore and after all those years my heart felt content. I realized that my purpose in life was to be there for the one’s who are hurt, for the ones who just needed that special attention, hear them out and give them the boost they need to stand up and get going. Now just because I do this doesn’t mean my life is a bed of roses. I have my share of problems and I at times break down. But, that doesn’t stop me from being there for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had people come up to me and ask “how can you possibly be there for others when you can’t be there for yourself”. Well I really don’t have an answer to that and I really don’t care how , I don’t even have to justify it because I know in my heart I’m doing what is right and more importantly am doing what is right without hurting anybody. Now, that I found my purpose I have put that into action. I may not be carrying this out on a major scale or level but I am doing it in every little way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today you have decided to find out what your purpose in life is make sure that you line up your purpose with your ability, needs and desires. Make the choice and be the difference is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Tina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-6431475115268503528?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6431475115268503528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=6431475115268503528&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6431475115268503528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6431475115268503528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-your-purpose-in-life.html' title='What’s your purpose in life?'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-2662601929118155094</id><published>2008-02-05T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:18:56.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got All It Takes To Be Yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R6lsuEQRaOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DAXVAZ-t1m0/s1600-h/tobeyourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163777986428758242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R6lsuEQRaOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DAXVAZ-t1m0/s320/tobeyourself.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you going to sit down and grumble all day?&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to sit back and not get up?&lt;br /&gt;Who told you that you are not worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Who told you that you aren’t good enough?&lt;br /&gt;You are the air that fills the earth&lt;br /&gt;I know what you’re going through&lt;br /&gt;But it is high time you break through&lt;br /&gt;You got all it takes to be yourself&lt;br /&gt;But come-on now let me just help&lt;br /&gt;You are not someone who knows it all&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t have to end up speaking to the wall&lt;br /&gt;Show the world what you made of&lt;br /&gt;Look at all things that you’ve got&lt;br /&gt;You really are special in your own ways&lt;br /&gt;Don’t listen to what others say&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that one day you will find&lt;br /&gt;The love of your life&lt;br /&gt;But I want to see you geared up for life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t ever want to see you weak inside&lt;br /&gt;You got all it takes to be yourself&lt;br /&gt;But come-on now let me just help&lt;br /&gt;You weren’t born to be a loser&lt;br /&gt;You for me are a sure winner&lt;br /&gt;All that I want is to see you change&lt;br /&gt;Come on be strong and don’t ever blame&lt;br /&gt;Make me proud break the shackles&lt;br /&gt;Stand up against the ones who look down upon you&lt;br /&gt;Control you because you gave them the power to&lt;br /&gt;You aren’t the victim but the victor here&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and say that I am strong enough&lt;br /&gt;So that everyone can hear&lt;br /&gt;You got all it takes to be yourself&lt;br /&gt;Come-on now let me just help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-2662601929118155094?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2662601929118155094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=2662601929118155094&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2662601929118155094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2662601929118155094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-got-all-it-takes-to-be-yourself.html' title='You Got All It Takes To Be Yourself!'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R6lsuEQRaOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DAXVAZ-t1m0/s72-c/tobeyourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8991397522139725196</id><published>2008-02-05T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:56:48.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Listen To All That They Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R6lkbUQRaNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/49d_zw4IbE0/s1600-h/shut+ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163768868213188818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R6lkbUQRaNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/49d_zw4IbE0/s320/shut+ears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s so darn easy to feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Just pack your bags and leave your home&lt;br /&gt;I call my love to say a hi&lt;br /&gt;All he had to tell me was a goodbye&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to deserve all this I cry?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to move on but I try&lt;br /&gt;I think that there must be another way&lt;br /&gt;That will make it easier for me to say&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey come along&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up but just carry on&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re weak&lt;br /&gt;Don’t listen to all that they speak&lt;br /&gt;You know in your heart you’re being true&lt;br /&gt;And that you’re not expecting anything out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;A strong miracle is all I need&lt;br /&gt;To shut them up and fulfill my deed&lt;br /&gt;Today you’re special and tomorrow you’re not&lt;br /&gt;What world am I living in?&lt;br /&gt;They all are just ready to poke&lt;br /&gt;I believe in taking chances&lt;br /&gt;To make the change&lt;br /&gt;So be bold and shout it out&lt;br /&gt;Let your voice be heard&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid&lt;br /&gt;You’re as precious as gold&lt;br /&gt;For someone in this world&lt;br /&gt;Just find out whom sweet girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey come along&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up but just carry on&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re weak&lt;br /&gt;Don’t listen to all that they speak&lt;br /&gt;You are wanted and you are loved&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's your time to kick off and fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will you know,untill you’ve tried&lt;br /&gt;I am right here waiting to help you out&lt;br /&gt;Ready to listen to all you got&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the one to leave your side&lt;br /&gt;But I will be there to see you fly&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey come along&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up but just carry on&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re weak&lt;br /&gt;Don’t listen to all that they speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8991397522139725196?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8991397522139725196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8991397522139725196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8991397522139725196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8991397522139725196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-listen-to-all-that-they-speak.html' title='Don’t Listen To All That They Speak'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R6lkbUQRaNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/49d_zw4IbE0/s72-c/shut+ears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-7592363963101862115</id><published>2008-01-28T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:34:23.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Won’t Love You Any Less.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R52f0kQRaLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5uiLkHA27_Y/s1600-h/gal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160456473470396594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R52f0kQRaLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5uiLkHA27_Y/s320/gal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sits here on the look out for someone&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can hear her out&lt;br /&gt;And not shout&lt;br /&gt;She sits here wanting to be loved&lt;br /&gt;She is not able to fight this feeling and let go&lt;br /&gt;Now, she feels lost and doesn’t know&lt;br /&gt;She can trust no one&lt;br /&gt;She can’t even turn around to seek help&lt;br /&gt;She feels like an alien&lt;br /&gt;Even when she is around her friends&lt;br /&gt;She tries to get closer&lt;br /&gt;But they all just call her a loser&lt;br /&gt;People who she knows from birth&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want her anywhere near&lt;br /&gt;She can’t fight this feeling anymore&lt;br /&gt;She cries out cause she doesn’t know&lt;br /&gt;What she did wrong she doesn't even know&lt;br /&gt;But when she goes out to make peace and find ease&lt;br /&gt;They all turn away and just tease&lt;br /&gt;She says she ain’t weak&lt;br /&gt;But does cry when she freaks&lt;br /&gt;All that she wants is a warm hug&lt;br /&gt;Just so she knows she’s loved&lt;br /&gt;She feels left out and unimportant&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that someday&lt;br /&gt;She will be appreciated&lt;br /&gt;She knows who she is and what she does&lt;br /&gt;And every statement she makes creates a buzz&lt;br /&gt;All that I can tell you is that&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Because that’s one way I see through you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens keep this in your head&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what you tell&lt;br /&gt;I won’t love you any less&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get angry do so&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me and we will take things slow&lt;br /&gt;I am there for you no matter what though&lt;br /&gt;But don’t hide and shy away&lt;br /&gt;No mater what I m here and will stand by you&lt;br /&gt;When everybody takes a hike&lt;br /&gt;I still will be here waiting for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-7592363963101862115?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7592363963101862115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=7592363963101862115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7592363963101862115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7592363963101862115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wont-love-you-any-less.html' title='I Won’t Love You Any Less.'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R52f0kQRaLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5uiLkHA27_Y/s72-c/gal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-758193220660872488</id><published>2008-01-21T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:48:08.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need You.</title><content type='html'>Baby, it’s alright take it easy&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t you worry I can see&lt;br /&gt;I need you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not just my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Carry me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Touch me with your palms&lt;br /&gt;Let me there for you&lt;br /&gt;At times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;Let us sit together and burst those bubbles&lt;br /&gt;You know that I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;If you should need me&lt;br /&gt;They why worry honey&lt;br /&gt;We got each other and can take on things together&lt;br /&gt;I need you to realize&lt;br /&gt;That this ain’t a game of cat and mice&lt;br /&gt;I will not hide nor will I make promise that I can’t keep&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be the cause for your disturbed sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because I need you like crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-758193220660872488?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/758193220660872488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=758193220660872488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/758193220660872488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/758193220660872488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-you.html' title='I Need You.'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-3289736627733273351</id><published>2008-01-20T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:53:34.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Great Is Our Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R5RAx1_5oaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qo3ZqD1DYgQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157818698298925474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R5RAx1_5oaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qo3ZqD1DYgQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He creates a way where there seems to be noway&lt;br /&gt;He works in ways we cannot see&lt;br /&gt;But I assure you he'll be there for both you and me&lt;br /&gt;He heals the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;He cares for those who are battered&lt;br /&gt;Oh how great is our Lord&lt;br /&gt;My lord I love you a lot&lt;br /&gt;A lot more than what my words can express&lt;br /&gt;You took time out and taught me a lot&lt;br /&gt;Before all this I was just an empty pot&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I start fighting&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the bloody beating&lt;br /&gt;You took for me&lt;br /&gt;Oh how great is our Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havn't been there off late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's not coz I've lost faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come regin in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My strength my shield&lt;br /&gt;You have given me my space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope in everything I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will leave behind your trace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-3289736627733273351?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3289736627733273351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=3289736627733273351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3289736627733273351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3289736627733273351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-great-is-our-lord.html' title='How Great Is Our Lord'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R5RAx1_5oaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qo3ZqD1DYgQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4233906566016674595</id><published>2008-01-20T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:35:12.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R5Qv1V_5oZI/AAAAAAAAADw/xzCPvYMZ1hk/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157800066730795410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R5Qv1V_5oZI/AAAAAAAAADw/xzCPvYMZ1hk/s320/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes things seem beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it seems so unreal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever be the situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This heart of mine will praise you&lt;br /&gt;For you are my everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fortress my strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love rules my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And forever you'll stay and never depart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes things are rocky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel so weary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at all times you're there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when I start to glare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are alive and have indeed risen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My saviour my Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are simply out of this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when I'm down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when I frown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You become the clown to make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where will I be if we wern't meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were forsaken when I was forgiven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all comes down to this now Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4233906566016674595?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4233906566016674595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4233906566016674595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4233906566016674595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4233906566016674595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R5Qv1V_5oZI/AAAAAAAAADw/xzCPvYMZ1hk/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-5943942201777954320</id><published>2008-01-16T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:23:28.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees Whisper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R44mbV_5oYI/AAAAAAAAADo/6xPIhv_ZCfU/s1600-h/4652trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156100874589282690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R44mbV_5oYI/AAAAAAAAADo/6xPIhv_ZCfU/s320/4652trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall we dance&lt;br /&gt;To the tune of the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Shall I hold you&lt;br /&gt;And get down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;There's a little heart&lt;br /&gt;That's looking to be healed&lt;br /&gt;With that one kiss of yours&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'll open many doors for me&lt;br /&gt;There were times at night&lt;br /&gt;When I could hear the trees&lt;br /&gt;Whisper all their sad stories&lt;br /&gt;It was like they were looking out for someone&lt;br /&gt;For that someone who will make sure&lt;br /&gt;All things are said and done&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite sometime now&lt;br /&gt;Since I heard those trees&lt;br /&gt;Tell their sad stories&lt;br /&gt;I sit it solitude and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;And my mind begins to ponder&lt;br /&gt;I know you will always be there for me&lt;br /&gt;Like how I was there for those trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-5943942201777954320?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5943942201777954320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=5943942201777954320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5943942201777954320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5943942201777954320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2008/01/trees-whisper.html' title='Trees Whisper'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R44mbV_5oYI/AAAAAAAAADo/6xPIhv_ZCfU/s72-c/4652trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-3296755486911384508</id><published>2008-01-14T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:43:30.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something About You</title><content type='html'>There's something about you&lt;br /&gt;That makes me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are the one&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna be there till I die&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope&lt;br /&gt;When I was left with none&lt;br /&gt;Now all of a sudden it's all fun&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day&lt;br /&gt;My happniess grows&lt;br /&gt;And now I can handle everything&lt;br /&gt;That my enemies throw&lt;br /&gt;Without you in me&lt;br /&gt;I can't find noway&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder if this is what&lt;br /&gt;You've got to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm what I am b'coz of you my dear&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;I give you my word do not fear&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forver your lovely girl&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Lets stay together and take things slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-3296755486911384508?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-3178083344023143438</id><published>2007-12-06T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:45:33.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 In the Morning</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold and weary&lt;br /&gt;I have this unusual feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;Now that ain't right&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;That I am writing this song&lt;br /&gt;I have got the best things in life&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt wish for anything more&lt;br /&gt;Then why this ache in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;A lotta things are running in my head&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm actually late for bed&lt;br /&gt;It's 3 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I'm awake darling&lt;br /&gt;Where are you my angel&lt;br /&gt;Come on now please do tell&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss y'll for a few days&lt;br /&gt;But will come back with gifts and cakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-3178083344023143438?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3178083344023143438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=3178083344023143438&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3178083344023143438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3178083344023143438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-in-morning.html' title='3 In the Morning'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8016360829438110186</id><published>2007-11-28T01:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:24:27.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night I Turned 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R00y8vAgWdI/AAAAAAAAACw/FGFksgz38XM/s1600-h/bd1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137818768891730386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R00y8vAgWdI/AAAAAAAAACw/FGFksgz38XM/s320/bd1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R00ykvAgWbI/AAAAAAAAACg/d-DRvesDSJ8/s1600-h/bd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137818356574869938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R00ykvAgWbI/AAAAAAAAACg/d-DRvesDSJ8/s320/bd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned 21 just last night.&lt;br /&gt;And my god this year there were no fights&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a surprise party at my house&lt;br /&gt;Something that has never happened before&lt;br /&gt;But it was one party that I enjoyed to the core&lt;br /&gt;The celebrations went on and on&lt;br /&gt;But I was as usual on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Some how I was excited for this birthday&lt;br /&gt;That I was smiling all through the day&lt;br /&gt;I came for work and was a little upset&lt;br /&gt;Cause something was missing from the desk&lt;br /&gt;Later I went over to T3 to meet my friends&lt;br /&gt;They were happy to see me in my latest trend&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to leave&lt;br /&gt;I asked about the missing thing&lt;br /&gt;That's when I saw it come in.&lt;br /&gt;I go back to my bay&lt;br /&gt;And everyone there wished me HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening I was to cut two cakes&lt;br /&gt;With another friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Who’s birthday falls on the same day as mine&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast to celebrate my day with them&lt;br /&gt;A heartfelt thanks goes out to all my friends&lt;br /&gt;I come back to my bay after the celebrations at T3&lt;br /&gt;And guess what there was another treat waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;My friends in the sales bay&lt;br /&gt;Ordered for a Chocolate Fantasy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From café coffee day&lt;br /&gt;And I had a great time celebrating&lt;br /&gt;Here in my bay&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait things aren’t done yet&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn now&lt;br /&gt;To treat them to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;We all had dinner at my expense&lt;br /&gt;Something that made me feel content&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of cute instances&lt;br /&gt;Like when I had someone&lt;br /&gt;Who came to pay me for my treat&lt;br /&gt;On the whole this birthday was special&lt;br /&gt;And all memories made from it&lt;br /&gt;Will make me tell&lt;br /&gt;You guys are truly my god given friends&lt;br /&gt;Be it the ladies or the gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8016360829438110186?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8016360829438110186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8016360829438110186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8016360829438110186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8016360829438110186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-i-turned-21.html' title='The Night I Turned 21'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/R00y8vAgWdI/AAAAAAAAACw/FGFksgz38XM/s72-c/bd1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4250951636189937378</id><published>2007-11-15T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:38:54.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What I Feel</title><content type='html'>Everytime I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm able to see right through you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;But all the hunches I made about you&lt;br /&gt;Are right until now&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to look at me as some kind of a freak&lt;br /&gt;It disturbs me so much to see you weak&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am young when compared to you&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you've got absolutely no clue&lt;br /&gt;Of what I have gone through&lt;br /&gt;I might come across to you as a playful child&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget to see me under the true light&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes speak a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;I know they carry a story&lt;br /&gt;That I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at you&lt;br /&gt;I look you straight in the eye&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if they cry out to me&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;You might be shrewd&lt;br /&gt;You might be strong&lt;br /&gt;You might even go on as if nothing is wrong&lt;br /&gt;But my intuitions were right&lt;br /&gt;You're not yourself&lt;br /&gt;I wish to offer you my help&lt;br /&gt;Now don't take this in the wrong sense&lt;br /&gt;All that am trying to say is that&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there for you through&lt;br /&gt;Your joy and your pain&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you all this&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't do it&lt;br /&gt;From my work place&lt;br /&gt;I have the guts to text you&lt;br /&gt;To see if you are ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not doing it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want to get back a formal reply&lt;br /&gt;That reads thanks am ok&lt;br /&gt;I can understand why I get such a reply&lt;br /&gt;But don't you think friendship can grow&lt;br /&gt;As the time flies by&lt;br /&gt;Am sure you started out the same way&lt;br /&gt;With your other close friends&lt;br /&gt;They too were once like me&lt;br /&gt;Please now can you let me be&lt;br /&gt;Your truly an amazing person in my sight&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let go of you without a fight&lt;br /&gt;I hope you see that my feelings for you are true&lt;br /&gt;And that it's not just mere sympathy&lt;br /&gt;That I'm showing you&lt;br /&gt;It's the position that you hold&lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel a bit cold&lt;br /&gt;If only you could strike a causal conversation&lt;br /&gt;Or if I get to meet you during an intermission&lt;br /&gt;What do I do? I feel so helpless&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why you doing this to yourself&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to stop it all&lt;br /&gt;And one day pick up my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4250951636189937378?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4250951636189937378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4250951636189937378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4250951636189937378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4250951636189937378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-what-i-feel.html' title='This Is What I Feel'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4268714230731684845</id><published>2007-11-15T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:18:51.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerned</title><content type='html'>Don’t think I’m trying to barge into your life&lt;br /&gt;But I’m highly concerned over the things I hear&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s going on inside of you&lt;br /&gt;But I really wish I knew&lt;br /&gt;My imaginations are flying high as a kite&lt;br /&gt;But my intentions are forever right&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you’re not eating?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get the answer from you over a meeting&lt;br /&gt;I’m deeply concerned about you&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I can be there to help you through&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the courage to open up and ask&lt;br /&gt;This to me is a damn huge task&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to see you drown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4268714230731684845?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4268714230731684845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4268714230731684845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4268714230731684845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4268714230731684845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/11/concerned.html' title='Concerned'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-6022289757296863984</id><published>2007-11-07T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:24:04.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RzICifHWn5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OaovnQaBMOM/s1600-h/ist2_993136_man_and_woman_hand_shake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130165717019565970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RzICifHWn5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OaovnQaBMOM/s320/ist2_993136_man_and_woman_hand_shake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a beautiful night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As lights fill the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every soul delights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause it's such a magical night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the festival of lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is being celebrated nation wide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that even brings out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ones who hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is indeed special&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I never expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that made my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taken a back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he reached out his hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt realise what had happend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till I got inside the van&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thank you God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is all that I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For it is you who made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-6022289757296863984?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6022289757296863984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=6022289757296863984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6022289757296863984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6022289757296863984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/11/made-my-day.html' title='Made My Day'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RzICifHWn5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OaovnQaBMOM/s72-c/ist2_993136_man_and_woman_hand_shake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-460614448217641162</id><published>2007-11-06T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:59:51.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RzAs4PHWn4I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y3G6SYfDEhE/s1600-h/TeddyBearGrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129649320216665986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RzAs4PHWn4I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y3G6SYfDEhE/s320/TeddyBearGrin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I really had no clue&lt;br /&gt;Of what I was gonna do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now in an instance&lt;br /&gt;I feel that we have bridged the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all these months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally saw you smile at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow how lucky can I be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to sound hasty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wish one day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can go out for a pastry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally it could be a guy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who tells all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey why would I miss&lt;br /&gt;An oppourtunity like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to tell you that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smile took me out of this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this to me is so much more precious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than my diamonds or pearls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-460614448217641162?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/460614448217641162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=460614448217641162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/460614448217641162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/460614448217641162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-smile.html' title='Your Smile'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RzAs4PHWn4I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y3G6SYfDEhE/s72-c/TeddyBearGrin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-5915345537913176741</id><published>2007-11-02T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T04:34:50.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Once Lost Cannot Be Found</title><content type='html'>This is who you are&lt;br /&gt;And this what you did&lt;br /&gt;Now you decide for yourself&lt;br /&gt;And tell me if you need any help&lt;br /&gt;You were unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;You were uncaring&lt;br /&gt;You are all about yourself&lt;br /&gt;And all you did was bragging&lt;br /&gt;You broke too many hearts&lt;br /&gt;You played so many parts&lt;br /&gt;And now you sit all alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Hiding your face behind a mask&lt;br /&gt;In memories of you&lt;br /&gt;I suffered in silence&lt;br /&gt;Every single rule of love&lt;br /&gt;You broke&lt;br /&gt;Every promise you made&lt;br /&gt;You shattered&lt;br /&gt;I’ve moved on&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you’ve been gone&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that&lt;br /&gt;Love once lost cannot be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-5915345537913176741?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-6103754795476488038</id><published>2007-11-02T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T04:34:24.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Be Blessed</title><content type='html'>All that I know is this&lt;br /&gt;That I am who I am&lt;br /&gt;Because of you dear&lt;br /&gt;All the time when I&lt;br /&gt;Faced a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;It was only you&lt;br /&gt;Who helped me gain&lt;br /&gt;What would I be&lt;br /&gt;If you didn’t see me&lt;br /&gt;I give you all that I have&lt;br /&gt;For that is all that I can&lt;br /&gt;Give back for all that you did&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;It’s the same thing&lt;br /&gt;That I bring&lt;br /&gt;With more love and care&lt;br /&gt;I salute you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;God be blessed&lt;br /&gt;For you have given me the life&lt;br /&gt;And now every second of it&lt;br /&gt;I cherish&lt;br /&gt;With no complaints&lt;br /&gt;I pick up what’s left over bit by bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-6103754795476488038?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6103754795476488038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=6103754795476488038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6103754795476488038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6103754795476488038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-be-blessed.html' title='God Be Blessed'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-905862939347196361</id><published>2007-10-31T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:20:56.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RyiOMPHWn2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Hal__1aBR5s/s1600-h/HeartGetWell1S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127504516628258658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RyiOMPHWn2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Hal__1aBR5s/s320/HeartGetWell1S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please look after yourself&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hesitate to ask me for help&lt;br /&gt;I know that you’re not keeping well&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that you take some time off&lt;br /&gt;Just to get rid of your cough&lt;br /&gt;You have got to put yourself first&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to see your temperature burst&lt;br /&gt;Try not to strain much&lt;br /&gt;Instead make yourself comfortable on a couch&lt;br /&gt;Rest and medicine is what you need&lt;br /&gt;Please just take heed&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you’re effort&lt;br /&gt;But see to that you don’t end up getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;Please take good care of yourself&lt;br /&gt;And stack up those medicines back in the shelf&lt;br /&gt;What I’m trying to say is&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you’re a boon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-905862939347196361?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/905862939347196361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=905862939347196361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/905862939347196361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/905862939347196361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-well-soon.html' title='Get Well Soon'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RyiOMPHWn2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Hal__1aBR5s/s72-c/HeartGetWell1S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-5309643947054726979</id><published>2007-10-30T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T04:58:06.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This crazy little thing called love</title><content type='html'>This story has jus begun&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get up before it’s done&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been trying to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Something for sometime now&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost for words&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know this for sure&lt;br /&gt;Well it has to come out one day&lt;br /&gt;I might as well say it today&lt;br /&gt;I dug my nails into my palm&lt;br /&gt;And pretended as if all is calm&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I have&lt;br /&gt;Fallen in this crazy thing called love&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I get a chance&lt;br /&gt;To tell him what I think of him&lt;br /&gt;But it seems impossible&lt;br /&gt;For this to happen&lt;br /&gt;You say it’s a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;To get hooked and later regret&lt;br /&gt;But how can you be so darn sure&lt;br /&gt;I promise that things will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;And this is not some stupid game&lt;br /&gt;As I say this&lt;br /&gt;I dug my nails into my palm&lt;br /&gt;And pretended as if all is calm&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I have Fallen in this crazy thing called love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-1040815704520895188</id><published>2007-10-30T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T06:42:53.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Wrong With You?</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;You look so worn out and blue&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to see you this way&lt;br /&gt;Now please don’t turn away&lt;br /&gt;Look at you all shabby and rugged&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know that I care?&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t tell me this was all a dare&lt;br /&gt;You dipped your face into the wine&lt;br /&gt;And shot some vodka the whole damn time&lt;br /&gt;And now I know that you ain’t fine&lt;br /&gt;Right now you trying so hard&lt;br /&gt;To concentrate&lt;br /&gt;But I know that it’s just so hard&lt;br /&gt;To contemplate&lt;br /&gt;You stopped looking straight&lt;br /&gt;And looks like the drink&lt;br /&gt;Made you the bait&lt;br /&gt;You dipped your face into the wine&lt;br /&gt;And shot some vodka the whole damn time&lt;br /&gt;And now I know that you ain’t fine&lt;br /&gt;It must have been a wild night&lt;br /&gt;With whisky and wine controlling your sight&lt;br /&gt;Shot after shot went down your throat&lt;br /&gt;Glad that you ended up here&lt;br /&gt;And not on a boat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-1040815704520895188?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1040815704520895188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=1040815704520895188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1040815704520895188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1040815704520895188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-wrong-with-you.html' title='What Is Wrong With You?'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-5427031647322826549</id><published>2007-10-30T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T04:52:07.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RycapPHWn1I/AAAAAAAAABw/tceylRjEQEU/s1600-h/LedgelawnFireplaceCouple_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127095996518932306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RycapPHWn1I/AAAAAAAAABw/tceylRjEQEU/s320/LedgelawnFireplaceCouple_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s a cold winter morning&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the raindrops falling&lt;br /&gt;Its Christmas time once again&lt;br /&gt;And this year I will see no pain&lt;br /&gt;Old things gone by&lt;br /&gt;And new things comes to pass&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is someone&lt;br /&gt;That will last&lt;br /&gt;As I pull out my note pad&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of what I had&lt;br /&gt;I never had what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;But I want him for this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And ever more&lt;br /&gt;I want to sit by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Holding him tight&lt;br /&gt;Watching his eyes shine like those Christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;As the day slowly turns night&lt;br /&gt;We dance away watching fireflies&lt;br /&gt;A knock on the door&lt;br /&gt;I heard my mom say get me some flour&lt;br /&gt;I closed my notepad&lt;br /&gt;And walked to the store&lt;br /&gt;On my way back&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;As raindrops fall right into my eye&lt;br /&gt;I stood there praying&lt;br /&gt;God I hope you’re listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Is that guy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-5427031647322826549?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5427031647322826549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=5427031647322826549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5427031647322826549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5427031647322826549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want For Christmas'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RycapPHWn1I/AAAAAAAAABw/tceylRjEQEU/s72-c/LedgelawnFireplaceCouple_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-5437514028659151250</id><published>2007-10-30T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:43:47.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RycY0_HWn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/h-ym76bLX7k/s1600-h/SG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127093999359139650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RycY0_HWn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/h-ym76bLX7k/s320/SG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its time again winter has slowly begun&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for us to have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Every child every home is filled&lt;br /&gt;With the festive spirit&lt;br /&gt;As sweets and chocolates invade the fridge&lt;br /&gt;Lights and candles brightens the room&lt;br /&gt;As mama goes about cleaning with the broom&lt;br /&gt;Joy and happiness fills our heart&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that this never departs&lt;br /&gt;Smiles across every strangers face&lt;br /&gt;This seemed to be just the case&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love is what we give&lt;br /&gt;As we all learn to forgive&lt;br /&gt;Everyday goes by&lt;br /&gt;Planning for this special day&lt;br /&gt;But lets not get carried away&lt;br /&gt;Lets not forget the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who can’t have all that we’ve got&lt;br /&gt;But at least we can all share a little of what we bought&lt;br /&gt;Let this day mark a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who thought this was the end&lt;br /&gt;SEASON GREETINGS EVERYBODY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-5437514028659151250?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5437514028659151250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=5437514028659151250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5437514028659151250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/5437514028659151250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/10/season-greetings.html' title='Season Greetings'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RycY0_HWn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/h-ym76bLX7k/s72-c/SG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-2668451552178036853</id><published>2007-10-25T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:28:21.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The End</title><content type='html'>Do you feel like you've got noone&lt;br /&gt;By your side&lt;br /&gt;Trust me that aint something&lt;br /&gt;That you've to hide&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and wishes fills you up with hope&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;You find it so hard to cope&lt;br /&gt;You've now moved on with your life&lt;br /&gt;So don't look back and be suprised&lt;br /&gt;You've got all it takes to be a man&lt;br /&gt;Beleive when others say you can&lt;br /&gt;Stand up to what you beleive&lt;br /&gt;When everything goes the other way&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that in the end&lt;br /&gt;You will be merry and gay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-2668451552178036853?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2668451552178036853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=2668451552178036853&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2668451552178036853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2668451552178036853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-end.html' title='In The End'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8096207099738068490</id><published>2007-10-19T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:28:12.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Or Not To Be</title><content type='html'>To be or not to be&lt;br /&gt;Is what people end up asking me&lt;br /&gt;What started out as a joke&lt;br /&gt;Has just begun to poke&lt;br /&gt;I aint no kid&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;There is something beyond work&lt;br /&gt;Something that can be fun&lt;br /&gt;So why do you always sit so still&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just get up and mingle&lt;br /&gt;Is this who you really are&lt;br /&gt;Or is this what you've become&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always keep mum&lt;br /&gt;Please oh please&lt;br /&gt;Be at ease&lt;br /&gt;You be the flower&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be the bee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8096207099738068490?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8096207099738068490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8096207099738068490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8096207099738068490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8096207099738068490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-be-or-not-to-be-is-what-people-end.html' title='To Be Or Not To Be'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-2691943113230211566</id><published>2007-10-19T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:28:49.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Smoke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RxiixC3eNFI/AAAAAAAAABc/PmJazPHdwRM/s1600-h/22359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123023539600766034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RxiixC3eNFI/AAAAAAAAABc/PmJazPHdwRM/s320/22359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rs 27 or more each day&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much you pay&lt;br /&gt;Standing by the window pane&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you gain?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;And then choke&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t no joke&lt;br /&gt;For me to see you smoke&lt;br /&gt;The way your health could deteriorate&lt;br /&gt;Could be faster than that of&lt;br /&gt;India’s growth rate&lt;br /&gt;Be it Kings or Cuts (Navy)&lt;br /&gt;One or two may be a must&lt;br /&gt;But to go for a puff every hour&lt;br /&gt;Takes you all the more far&lt;br /&gt;I see you shake&lt;br /&gt;As you stand&lt;br /&gt;Wont it be better&lt;br /&gt;If you didn’t have the cigarette&lt;br /&gt;In your hand&lt;br /&gt;You’re still young you know&lt;br /&gt;Then why smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Your life is precious&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste it all up&lt;br /&gt;On a cigarette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-2691943113230211566?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2691943113230211566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=2691943113230211566&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2691943113230211566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2691943113230211566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-smoke.html' title='Why Smoke?'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RxiixC3eNFI/AAAAAAAAABc/PmJazPHdwRM/s72-c/22359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8219676085314005120</id><published>2007-10-18T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:40:32.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Know You More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Rxe-ji3eNEI/AAAAAAAAABU/XKvJX6vUw_4/s1600-h/ak.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122772619021399106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Rxe-ji3eNEI/AAAAAAAAABU/XKvJX6vUw_4/s320/ak.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this guy&lt;br /&gt;That I would like to know about&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was something I could do&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I know it all&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish I do&lt;br /&gt;But there is something in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;That makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't he smile&lt;br /&gt;I cant let go&lt;br /&gt;Till I get to Know you more&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;That I ended up writing a song&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now&lt;br /&gt;What have you done&lt;br /&gt;Your body language&lt;br /&gt;Speaks a lot about you&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldnt believe it&lt;br /&gt;Till I hear it from you&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need to know&lt;br /&gt;There are a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;That I could say I am siting here&lt;br /&gt;Writing this song&lt;br /&gt;Just so that&lt;br /&gt;One day you will know&lt;br /&gt;How serious I am&lt;br /&gt;About you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8219676085314005120?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8219676085314005120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8219676085314005120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8219676085314005120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8219676085314005120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-to-know-you-more_18.html' title='I Want To Know You More'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Rxe-ji3eNEI/AAAAAAAAABU/XKvJX6vUw_4/s72-c/ak.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-1416426359842978491</id><published>2007-10-18T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:42:47.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RxdzcC3eNBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4HZ8clqxAkA/s1600-h/Adamwestdesk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122690026800296978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RxdzcC3eNBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4HZ8clqxAkA/s320/Adamwestdesk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I close my eyes I see your face&lt;br /&gt;It’s an unusual feeling&lt;br /&gt;As the dawn breaks&lt;br /&gt;It’s you that I think of&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;As I pack my bag&lt;br /&gt;And leave for work&lt;br /&gt;I search for you&lt;br /&gt;To say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You hold me close&lt;br /&gt;And Kiss my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It means so much to me&lt;br /&gt;To see you smile&lt;br /&gt;So open your heart&lt;br /&gt;And let me in&lt;br /&gt;Let me Stay there&lt;br /&gt;Deep within&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that this is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Made me realize why I had to wait&lt;br /&gt;For Long&lt;br /&gt;You are not so far away&lt;br /&gt;But if I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I will go astray&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;So open your heart&lt;br /&gt;And let me in&lt;br /&gt;Let me Stay there&lt;br /&gt;Deep within&lt;br /&gt;Right from the moment I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I felt close but,&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel your love&lt;br /&gt;But am too scared to trust&lt;br /&gt;Cause you seem so different&lt;br /&gt;Let go let lose&lt;br /&gt;Let me get to know you&lt;br /&gt;The way I should&lt;br /&gt;Cause you mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Something that you should see&lt;br /&gt;So open your heart&lt;br /&gt;And let me in&lt;br /&gt;Let me Stay there&lt;br /&gt;Deep within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-1416426359842978491?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1416426359842978491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=1416426359842978491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1416426359842978491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1416426359842978491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/10/open-your-heart.html' title='Open Your Heart'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/RxdzcC3eNBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4HZ8clqxAkA/s72-c/Adamwestdesk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-2584558728779583874</id><published>2007-07-21T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T08:34:51.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>There is something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That captures my sight&lt;br /&gt;Jus your glance&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me in a trance&lt;br /&gt;What is in you is magical&lt;br /&gt;The way you talk&lt;br /&gt;Is out of this world&lt;br /&gt;I cuddle up in my bed&lt;br /&gt;And I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;All I can see is your face&lt;br /&gt;Shining ever so bright&lt;br /&gt;There is Love in your voice&lt;br /&gt;That takes me by suprise&lt;br /&gt;I go to bed wondering&lt;br /&gt;When will the sun rise?!&lt;br /&gt;There was sorrow in my soul&lt;br /&gt;That left me lying cold&lt;br /&gt;It was the touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;That comforted me&lt;br /&gt;Your child like behavior&lt;br /&gt;Is so dear to me&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you’re by my side&lt;br /&gt;This longing for you will always&lt;br /&gt;Be there on the inside&lt;br /&gt;When will I get to be near you next?&lt;br /&gt;What I type now is not jus mere text&lt;br /&gt;I mean what I sayHey, this is me saying I LOVE YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-2584558728779583874?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2584558728779583874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=2584558728779583874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2584558728779583874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2584558728779583874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/07/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-6056378730054264408</id><published>2007-07-14T05:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T05:02:11.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONG OF INSPIRATION</title><content type='html'>Everything can change&lt;br /&gt;Within a wink&lt;br /&gt;Friends or no friends&lt;br /&gt;It’s all your choice&lt;br /&gt;You can’t trust anybody&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the best way to live&lt;br /&gt;You think they all are there&lt;br /&gt;Beside you&lt;br /&gt;But you fool&lt;br /&gt;They are just being cruel&lt;br /&gt;Get up and get out&lt;br /&gt;And live for yourself&lt;br /&gt;That’s what this world deserves&lt;br /&gt;Let your life end with your past&lt;br /&gt;Let the last person you cared about&lt;br /&gt;Be the one who left you&lt;br /&gt;In a caste&lt;br /&gt;If this is how u view life&lt;br /&gt;Am sorry to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That there is more to this&lt;br /&gt;Trust me take it from me&lt;br /&gt;I know what i'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not all of it&lt;br /&gt;Look inside of yourself&lt;br /&gt;And smile&lt;br /&gt;You will see how beautiful you are&lt;br /&gt;That’s the truth, realize it&lt;br /&gt;So many people Love you&lt;br /&gt;That aint no lie&lt;br /&gt;So why wait&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;Come take my hand&lt;br /&gt;I will show you how it works&lt;br /&gt;I will help you out of the shackles&lt;br /&gt;And help you realize the miracle&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let’s not waste a minute&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody you see is bad&lt;br /&gt;Something that leaves you sad&lt;br /&gt;I will be your friend in need&lt;br /&gt;If you’re willing to sow the seed&lt;br /&gt;This is a song of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;For your depression&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;No one is&lt;br /&gt;Come let us see what life has in store for us&lt;br /&gt;And help each other clear our mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-6056378730054264408?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6056378730054264408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=6056378730054264408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6056378730054264408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6056378730054264408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/07/song-of-inspiration.html' title='SONG OF INSPIRATION'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8249363801677208718</id><published>2007-06-24T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:15:31.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELANCHOLY FILLS MY SOUL</title><content type='html'>There is something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That tells me you don’t want to leave my sight&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to hear you say out loud&lt;br /&gt;That you mean a lot&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that’s something that will make me float&lt;br /&gt;I call to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not by choice&lt;br /&gt;I hear you say hello&lt;br /&gt;And my entire face glows&lt;br /&gt;How happy you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;To hear these words from you&lt;br /&gt;Tring tring-tring tring!!!&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realize&lt;br /&gt;That I am&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the balcony&lt;br /&gt;Looking out&lt;br /&gt;Melancholy fills my soul&lt;br /&gt;So fast my past&lt;br /&gt;Enters my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I lose sight of what’s real in life&lt;br /&gt;Ya it’s hard&lt;br /&gt;What’s even harder is&lt;br /&gt;When u feel u got no one by your side&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you become the butt of all jokes&lt;br /&gt;When you actually care a lot for that one person&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of others&lt;br /&gt;You end up being the impractical person&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that’s me I give a lot to the heart’s desire&lt;br /&gt;Than being all practical&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;Melancholy fills my soul&lt;br /&gt;It jus does&lt;br /&gt;Am not making a fuss&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you understand y&lt;br /&gt;And take the time out&lt;br /&gt;To hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Without a fight&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody do that for me?&lt;br /&gt;And make me merry!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8249363801677208718?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8249363801677208718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8249363801677208718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8249363801677208718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8249363801677208718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/06/melancholy-fills-my-soul.html' title='MELANCHOLY FILLS MY SOUL'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-6332291403143477735</id><published>2007-06-12T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T03:05:50.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY ACCIDENT-THE POEM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It was jus another day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making my way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With my cousin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a shopping spree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All dressed up in causals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were just the usuals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking down the road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And BAM outta nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came a bike and knocked me down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A huge crowd gathered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like flocks of birds over some dead rat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And suddenly i realised &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I was the victim in Pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh...how bad it was &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But everything happens for a cause&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got hospitalised&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But was glad that I was alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a big ordeal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I saw my dear ones feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this is say to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That am getting better now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank u all for being there &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for showing so much care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank u Jesus that I am here today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To share the miracle of yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-6332291403143477735?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6332291403143477735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=6332291403143477735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6332291403143477735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6332291403143477735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-accident-poem.html' title='MY ACCIDENT-THE POEM!!!'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4151047629263286980</id><published>2007-05-28T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T07:52:25.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all those who visit my profile</title><content type='html'>This is for all thos&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://users1.imagechef.com/ic/stored/users_54/271080/samp9a151548daf8dbc2.jpg" alt="ImageChef.com - Create custom images" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;e who visit my profile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4151047629263286980?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4151047629263286980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4151047629263286980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4151047629263286980'/><link 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herself&lt;br /&gt;She gently would smile away&lt;br /&gt;Her tiny hands&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the window panes&lt;br /&gt;Looking out to see&lt;br /&gt;Others like her&lt;br /&gt;Flying kites and planes&lt;br /&gt;How she wished&lt;br /&gt;For people to embrace her&lt;br /&gt;Thought they would cover her&lt;br /&gt;Like a fur&lt;br /&gt;She cries and cries into the night&lt;br /&gt;Silent tears falling along her side&lt;br /&gt;She remembers reading&lt;br /&gt;That JESUS would collect all her tears&lt;br /&gt;And that he would send an angel&lt;br /&gt;To take away all her fears&lt;br /&gt;It’s been so long&lt;br /&gt;The girl now is all grown&lt;br /&gt;Still she feels so little inside&lt;br /&gt;Still her wishes lurking inside&lt;br /&gt;Those aren’t met&lt;br /&gt;How she wants to be someone special&lt;br /&gt;To the one who wants to see her smile&lt;br /&gt;This girl I knew&lt;br /&gt;Has encountered more than we can imagine&lt;br /&gt;Even now she hides herself from the outside world&lt;br /&gt;Smiling from the outside&lt;br /&gt;And crying from within&lt;br /&gt;When will her dreams come to pass?&lt;br /&gt;This girl I knew&lt;br /&gt;She is feeling so blue&lt;br /&gt;She has got no clue&lt;br /&gt;No one to attend to her cries&lt;br /&gt;The one she counts on&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t even stop to realize&lt;br /&gt;The pain in her heart&lt;br /&gt;That she’s unable to bear&lt;br /&gt;Considers her a burden&lt;br /&gt;And doesn’t even care&lt;br /&gt;No sense of compassion&lt;br /&gt;What so ever&lt;br /&gt;Will she be all alone?&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-2784652025767285892?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2784652025767285892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=2784652025767285892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2784652025767285892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2784652025767285892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-girl-i-knew.html' title='THIS GIRL I KNEW'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4548152938476109358</id><published>2007-05-24T03:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T03:22:00.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN WILL MY TIME COME</title><content type='html'>Sitting by the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my turn&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;Waiting by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Longing for someone&lt;br /&gt;To take notice&lt;br /&gt;It’s been so long since I laughed&lt;br /&gt;There is a part of me&lt;br /&gt;That wants to hide away&lt;br /&gt;The pain that I have endured&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;Am the lost soul&lt;br /&gt;Who is seeking control&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me cryin&lt;br /&gt;My heart out&lt;br /&gt;It was just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I told you how I felt&lt;br /&gt;And so soon I can see that&lt;br /&gt;You chose to ignore it all&lt;br /&gt;When will my time come&lt;br /&gt;Who will help me realize my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;Time has drifted away&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;When will my time come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4548152938476109358?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4548152938476109358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4548152938476109358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4548152938476109358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4548152938476109358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-will-my-time-come.html' title='WHEN WILL MY TIME COME'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4527687648150822986</id><published>2007-05-24T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T03:21:30.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FULL OF MYSELF</title><content type='html'>Before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I was drowning in my own tears&lt;br /&gt;I stood near my balcony&lt;br /&gt;Made a call to you&lt;br /&gt;It was then I started&lt;br /&gt;To believe in miracles&lt;br /&gt;I felt so full of myself&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;In a long time&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who saw the pain&lt;br /&gt;You reached out for me&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone could see&lt;br /&gt;What I was going through&lt;br /&gt;I received my salvation&lt;br /&gt;No that ain’t no fashion&lt;br /&gt;You understand my desires&lt;br /&gt;My passions my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I rest them all&lt;br /&gt;In your hands now&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel so full of myself&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;In a long time&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Who saw the pain&lt;br /&gt;You reached out for me&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone could see&lt;br /&gt;What I was going through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4527687648150822986?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8875015835806845498</id><published>2007-05-18T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T11:27:14.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OTHER WORLD</title><content type='html'>This is me, all that u can see&lt;br /&gt;Is the happy side of me&lt;br /&gt;I have waited too long&lt;br /&gt;For u to come along&lt;br /&gt;I have found something&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me going&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t no quitter&lt;br /&gt;But, I know the experience is bitter&lt;br /&gt;There is another world&lt;br /&gt;A world of laughter and joy&lt;br /&gt;I get to have what I needed&lt;br /&gt;All that I have been wanting&lt;br /&gt;Is right here by my side&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake up and see&lt;br /&gt;That the other world is just a dream&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish it could be real&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the ocean I dream on&lt;br /&gt;Slowly swaying and singing alone&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be free one day&lt;br /&gt;Will get everything I longed for&lt;br /&gt;Just like the water waiting to hit the shore&lt;br /&gt;Till then all that I have got is the other world&lt;br /&gt;A world of laughter and joy&lt;br /&gt;I get to have what I needed&lt;br /&gt;All that I have been wanting&lt;br /&gt;Is right here by my side&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake up and see&lt;br /&gt;That the other world is just a dream&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish it could be real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8875015835806845498?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8875015835806845498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8875015835806845498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8875015835806845498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8875015835806845498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/other-world.html' title='OTHER WORLD'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-7794471500492638377</id><published>2007-05-16T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:42:23.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S TOO LATE</title><content type='html'>There she was pleading&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who was close to her&lt;br /&gt;To hear her desperate cry for help&lt;br /&gt;She was all alone&lt;br /&gt;All by herself&lt;br /&gt;People couldn't hear her cry in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;She locks the door&lt;br /&gt;Sheds her tears&lt;br /&gt;Cause of her fears&lt;br /&gt;They all just chose to be there&lt;br /&gt;But no one really cared&lt;br /&gt;All that she felt was&lt;br /&gt;A needle nailed to her heart&lt;br /&gt;How people talk to her just for time pass&lt;br /&gt;No one really cared for her&lt;br /&gt;No one was really there&lt;br /&gt;Excuses and lies&lt;br /&gt;Are the things they have to give her&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, make her feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Think for once&lt;br /&gt;What if she dies?&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Do not forget there is nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;To get her back&lt;br /&gt;So, make her feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Please have time for her&lt;br /&gt;Take heed of her despiration&lt;br /&gt;And act according to the situation&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-7794471500492638377?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7794471500492638377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=7794471500492638377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7794471500492638377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/7794471500492638377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-too-late.html' title='IT&apos;S TOO LATE'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-6922229275028653706</id><published>2007-05-13T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T02:58:35.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIDE IS HIGH</title><content type='html'>I thought for myself&lt;br /&gt;About the promises you made&lt;br /&gt;You were all about yourself&lt;br /&gt;How sick you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;I have never come across&lt;br /&gt;Any person like you&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I would love to sue&lt;br /&gt;The tide is high&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna pass me by&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;But, you didn’t even care&lt;br /&gt;Now I take away my entire share&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;It was such a waste&lt;br /&gt;Now for all this&lt;br /&gt;I give my final kiss&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am never gonna miss&lt;br /&gt;Every thing that you did&lt;br /&gt;The tide is high&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna pass me by&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;You are a loser&lt;br /&gt;So, don’t you come any closer&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of you and I&lt;br /&gt;Here you go- buh-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-6922229275028653706?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6922229275028653706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=6922229275028653706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6922229275028653706'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;When will you be by my side?&lt;br /&gt;Cause, you don’t know how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Every time you are down&lt;br /&gt;You know that you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter what’s on your mind&lt;br /&gt;But please just be kind&lt;br /&gt;Is there something in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;That you going share&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s only me&lt;br /&gt;Who, will show you all the care&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching&lt;br /&gt;For the right time&lt;br /&gt;Be by my side&lt;br /&gt;Cause, you don’t know how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Every time you are down&lt;br /&gt;You know that you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter what’s on your mind&lt;br /&gt;But please just be kind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-454954203756097001?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8578348070563301454</id><published>2007-05-07T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:42:57.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FINAL GOOD BYE</title><content type='html'>It’s such a pain&lt;br /&gt;That I am leaving&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take the way&lt;br /&gt;You have hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And it’s bleeding&lt;br /&gt;You have hurt my feeling&lt;br /&gt;So am going&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are throwing&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you go now&lt;br /&gt;All that is left in me is my pride&lt;br /&gt;Well I am now done with your ride&lt;br /&gt;So much time you have wasted&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s something I have always hated&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing&lt;br /&gt;Now your blaming&lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;You are a big fat lie&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you act like you are shy&lt;br /&gt;And this is my final good bye&lt;br /&gt;Cause am going to reach for the skies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8578348070563301454?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8578348070563301454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8578348070563301454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8578348070563301454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8578348070563301454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-final-good-bye.html' title='MY FINAL GOOD BYE'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-1062940405137860724</id><published>2007-05-06T02:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:26:50.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ARE MY ONLY ONE</title><content type='html'>I like to see you get close to me&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing here&lt;br /&gt;But you my dear&lt;br /&gt;And a broken heart inside&lt;br /&gt;Cause your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tells that you will hide&lt;br /&gt;But, all I have got to give to you&lt;br /&gt;Are these fine words of mine&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;For being with me, Oh&lt;br /&gt;When everything is done&lt;br /&gt;For lifting me up&lt;br /&gt;When I would give up&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I never knew it would be true&lt;br /&gt;Until the reason was you&lt;br /&gt;And when I look at my past&lt;br /&gt;Time has past so fast&lt;br /&gt;I cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;I was just an art&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to make believe&lt;br /&gt;What I just told was lies&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;For being with me, Oh&lt;br /&gt;When everything is done&lt;br /&gt;For lifting me up&lt;br /&gt;When I would give up&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are my only one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-1062940405137860724?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-3383710026077499646</id><published>2007-05-06T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:33:57.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I BELONG TO YOU</title><content type='html'>I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I live my life the way you want me to&lt;br /&gt;You are my desire -The fire&lt;br /&gt;Lord take me higher&lt;br /&gt;Keep us safe under your wings&lt;br /&gt;Brighten our days Lord let us sing&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;You give us your love&lt;br /&gt;The holy spirit decended on you like a dove&lt;br /&gt;Show us your way oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;For we beleive that you are our God&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I surrender myself to you&lt;br /&gt;We will make some space&lt;br /&gt;That you may fill us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;You will never leave us nor forsake us&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's a promise you made to us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-3383710026077499646?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3383710026077499646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=3383710026077499646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3383710026077499646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/3383710026077499646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-belong-to-you.html' title='I BELONG TO YOU'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-560860094589866465</id><published>2007-05-05T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T10:49:31.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONG OF PRAISE</title><content type='html'>There's a song of praise&lt;br /&gt;And it's full of grace&lt;br /&gt;Just to JESUS I cry out aloud&lt;br /&gt;I was what I am&lt;br /&gt;And now I know what I can&lt;br /&gt;Lord, finally you made me a man&lt;br /&gt;Before I found you&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;But now i can't lose you at any cost&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out for all of your splended deeds&lt;br /&gt;Now i am going to meet others needs&lt;br /&gt;People know that he offers something that's free&lt;br /&gt;Which will help you grow like a tree&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is what he offers&lt;br /&gt;So dont be just choppers&lt;br /&gt;Make use of what you have&lt;br /&gt;For it could be your last chance&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna continue to dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-560860094589866465?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/560860094589866465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=560860094589866465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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I give myself to you&lt;br /&gt;I love everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Your the one this world needs&lt;br /&gt;It's your words that I read&lt;br /&gt;You heal the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Something that which was shattered&lt;br /&gt;Your what this world needs&lt;br /&gt;It is your love that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;I will do my part&lt;br /&gt;I will keep what you said in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You shed your blood&lt;br /&gt;You died on the cross&lt;br /&gt;For the sins I did&lt;br /&gt;But,Lord you treat me as your own kid&lt;br /&gt;You are what this world needs&lt;br /&gt;I pray that one day people will take heed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-9102564082250064509?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/9102564082250064509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=9102564082250064509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/9102564082250064509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/9102564082250064509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-this-world-needs.html' title='WHAT THIS WORLD NEEDS'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4987162145791666607</id><published>2007-05-05T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:18:17.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS WHAT WE HAD</title><content type='html'>We used to be the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;Which later became a trend&lt;br /&gt;We used to bright up&lt;br /&gt;Every little place&lt;br /&gt;But now that's not the case&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell you this simple thing&lt;br /&gt;But haven't found the right way&lt;br /&gt;To put it in&lt;br /&gt;People around us got jelous&lt;br /&gt;Of what they saw in us&lt;br /&gt;However, we will have to clean this mess&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss what we had&lt;br /&gt;I beleive we realised it today&lt;br /&gt;That we can change all that&lt;br /&gt;And make it the way it used to be&lt;br /&gt;How nice it was when it was just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifise and understanding is what is needed&lt;br /&gt;Now that's something that has to be heeded&lt;br /&gt;I want to change things over&lt;br /&gt;Make it the way it was during the last call&lt;br /&gt;Come lets chill out in the hall&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss out on what we had&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4987162145791666607?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4987162145791666607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4987162145791666607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4987162145791666607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4987162145791666607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-what-we-had.html' title='I MISS WHAT WE HAD'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-2031543090862841144</id><published>2007-05-04T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:18:36.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY INVISIBLE FRIEND</title><content type='html'>I have a best friend&lt;br /&gt;That no one can see&lt;br /&gt;Who's always by my side&lt;br /&gt;And a one who never hides&lt;br /&gt;He is with me when i fall&lt;br /&gt;Cause he always attends my call&lt;br /&gt;He is the one who knows about me&lt;br /&gt;He is with me when am down&lt;br /&gt;He tells me what should be done&lt;br /&gt;At times i tend to listen to him&lt;br /&gt;But mostly i don't&lt;br /&gt;That is when i come to tell&lt;br /&gt;That deacon i just fell&lt;br /&gt;Suprise that he doesn't yell&lt;br /&gt;But instead just holds me tight&lt;br /&gt;And tells me to forget the fight&lt;br /&gt;He's always buzy with work&lt;br /&gt;But makes time for me&lt;br /&gt;For he knows that I keep him first&lt;br /&gt;And he thanks me for it&lt;br /&gt;He says that it just means a lot&lt;br /&gt;That I run back to him no matter what&lt;br /&gt;I trouble him with all my worries and fears&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of his tiring day&lt;br /&gt;He gets back to wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;I know he is the one I can count on&lt;br /&gt;Even when others are gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-2031543090862841144?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2031543090862841144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=2031543090862841144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2031543090862841144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/2031543090862841144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-invisble-friend.html' title='MY INVISIBLE FRIEND'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-2451955190824536315</id><published>2007-05-04T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:38:02.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEONE TO TALK TO</title><content type='html'>It's late at night&lt;br /&gt;People around me are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I was too untill it became two&lt;br /&gt;Expectations woke me up&lt;br /&gt;And now I am left with a widen eye&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;But eyes wouldnt rest&lt;br /&gt;Even when I am safe in my own nest&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;To take me and let me be&lt;br /&gt;But that's when I realise I got noting&lt;br /&gt;I know what reply i will get&lt;br /&gt;So it's better that I don't fret&lt;br /&gt;There is always an excuse&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;And you think you are one big don&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I have to say something&lt;br /&gt;You turn me down&lt;br /&gt;When you put the question back to me&lt;br /&gt;I end up writing a song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-2451955190824536315?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2451955190824536315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=2451955190824536315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>This is a song&lt;br /&gt;And it goes out to you&lt;br /&gt;For holding me up&lt;br /&gt;In times of blue&lt;br /&gt;You are a true friend I treasure&lt;br /&gt;One that I can't measure&lt;br /&gt;You stand by me and wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close and Take away my fears&lt;br /&gt;When you stand in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;You make me so proud&lt;br /&gt;For keeping the things i said in your mind&lt;br /&gt;It shows that you are just so kind&lt;br /&gt;You are one friend who's hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all that you have done&lt;br /&gt;You have made it completly fun&lt;br /&gt;It has been a rollercoaster ride&lt;br /&gt;But we have crossed that tide&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my friend&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of the things that I have to mend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-6898663152819090450?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-6395370203748445143</id><published>2007-05-04T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:58:32.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU NEVER VALUED ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Rjtk1FOaGZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j-14_cY8-Fo/s1600-h/ghgfdddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060749469379336594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Rjtk1FOaGZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j-14_cY8-Fo/s320/ghgfdddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always looked upto you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a small child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all the small and big things in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep you first even though i fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the one who first catches my sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You seem so nice when your by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, otherwise i see you hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wait I wait I wait for your call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you end up seeing me fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel you never valued me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get angry and upset about few things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i tell them to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it ends up being shatterd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you  think I am cold hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-6395370203748445143?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6395370203748445143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=6395370203748445143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6395370203748445143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6395370203748445143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-never-valued-me.html' title='YOU NEVER VALUED ME'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Rjtk1FOaGZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j-14_cY8-Fo/s72-c/ghgfdddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-1588449027482276143</id><published>2007-05-04T06:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T06:12:35.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A STORY UNTOLD</title><content type='html'>It’s a bright Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;A girl sits down to think&lt;br /&gt;About the things she has faced&lt;br /&gt;All through her life&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of the battle and the scars&lt;br /&gt;And about those who don’t seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;Where she stands&lt;br /&gt;She cries out for help&lt;br /&gt;But they act deaf&lt;br /&gt;She sheds her tears&lt;br /&gt;And they shut their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everyday she thinks she can tell her feeling&lt;br /&gt;But she just ends up bleeding&lt;br /&gt;The scars are many&lt;br /&gt;The helpers are few&lt;br /&gt;The hurt is bad&lt;br /&gt;That makes her sad&lt;br /&gt;She expects a lot&lt;br /&gt;But ends up getting shot&lt;br /&gt;Every time she thinks she’s got what she wants&lt;br /&gt;She seems so happy&lt;br /&gt;That she goes back into being a baby&lt;br /&gt;But It’s all short lived&lt;br /&gt;When she realizes that it just stays for two minutes&lt;br /&gt;She’s scared to open her mouth&lt;br /&gt;Because she knows that they will shout&lt;br /&gt;But who else has she got&lt;br /&gt;Still, it makes no difference to them&lt;br /&gt;And they don’t want to treat her like gem&lt;br /&gt;If anything happens, they pull out her past&lt;br /&gt;And that’s something that they all do so fast&lt;br /&gt;Night falls and she goes to her bed weeping&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to tell her story untold&lt;br /&gt;That makes her feel so cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-1588449027482276143?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1588449027482276143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=1588449027482276143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1588449027482276143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1588449027482276143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/story-untold.html' title='A STORY UNTOLD'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-907661935267030867</id><published>2007-05-04T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T06:11:47.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ARE NOT ALONE</title><content type='html'>You might feel like you got no one now&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not for long&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;No one understands what I say&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how much I care&lt;br /&gt;And they just stare&lt;br /&gt;I tell I tell I tell&lt;br /&gt;They yell and yell and yell&lt;br /&gt;What do I do at times like this?&lt;br /&gt;When I can hear them hiss&lt;br /&gt;I feel my emotions are worthless&lt;br /&gt;For someone who thinks I am a mess&lt;br /&gt;Stop, don’t talk further&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what is it that you want?&lt;br /&gt;And she says, I just don’t wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;How it crushes my heart to see&lt;br /&gt;For someone to be like me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-907661935267030867?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/907661935267030867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4958842356406262917</id><published>2007-05-04T02:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T02:28:06.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HEART'S CRY</title><content type='html'>What is it that I see?&lt;br /&gt;I say to myself, who can it be?&lt;br /&gt;A girl who sits alone in her room&lt;br /&gt;Waiting upon the full bright moon&lt;br /&gt;She gazes at the stars and sings&lt;br /&gt;Till it’s heard by all the kings&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish to see her smile&lt;br /&gt;By anyone who feels for her pain&lt;br /&gt;But, they all feel there isn’t much to gain&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry little girl&lt;br /&gt;It will all be jus fine&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;And forget the fight&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me when you got know one&lt;br /&gt;For to you I am someone&lt;br /&gt;Share you feelings with me&lt;br /&gt;And you will see&lt;br /&gt;That you u mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;Than what you see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4958842356406262917?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4958842356406262917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4958842356406262917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4958842356406262917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4958842356406262917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/hearts-cry.html' title='A HEART&apos;S CRY'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-6464309030481140412</id><published>2007-05-03T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:11:35.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SONG TO JESUS</title><content type='html'>I search into my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I see what you are&lt;br /&gt;You have blessed me&lt;br /&gt;With life most abundantly&lt;br /&gt;I sing praises to you&lt;br /&gt;I am one among the few&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let your light shine through&lt;br /&gt;I have been up and down&lt;br /&gt;You have seen me frown&lt;br /&gt;You made me what I am today&lt;br /&gt;And I have only got myself to blame for my yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Come Lord JESUS, come and make me whole&lt;br /&gt;That you may fill my soul&lt;br /&gt;I am not giving up during the days of my trials&lt;br /&gt;For I know Lord my God is by my side&lt;br /&gt;I know you will guide me safely through this wilderness&lt;br /&gt;And I will try not to make a mess&lt;br /&gt;Let your name alone be glorified&lt;br /&gt;From all of the sides&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give this song to you&lt;br /&gt;A song that says I LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-6464309030481140412?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6464309030481140412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=6464309030481140412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6464309030481140412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/6464309030481140412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-song-to-jesus.html' title='MY SONG TO JESUS'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8046384116838485524</id><published>2007-05-03T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:08:02.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO IS HE?</title><content type='html'>Who is he?&lt;br /&gt;Who means the world to me?&lt;br /&gt;I want you all to see&lt;br /&gt;The life he has given me&lt;br /&gt;JESUS, you’re awesome&lt;br /&gt;Lord when will you come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is he?&lt;br /&gt;Who has given his love to me?&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one who made my path straight&lt;br /&gt;That which changed my fate&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord JESUS&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the love you gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into this world&lt;br /&gt;And gave us light&lt;br /&gt;But, yet I see most people fight&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I ask u please turn your sight&lt;br /&gt;And let us fly as high as a kite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-8046384116838485524?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8046384116838485524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=8046384116838485524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8046384116838485524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/8046384116838485524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-is-he.html' title='WHO IS HE?'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-4885841944569517323</id><published>2007-05-03T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:47:38.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST BEING ME</title><content type='html'>I laugh, I cry, I smile&lt;br /&gt;I hit, I yell, I scream&lt;br /&gt;They all seem to complain&lt;br /&gt;But hey that's just being me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care, I help, I reach&lt;br /&gt;I write, I draw, I paint&lt;br /&gt;They all seem to know&lt;br /&gt;That it’s just being me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance, I sing, I play&lt;br /&gt;I make, I give, I say&lt;br /&gt;They all seem to frown&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am just being me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-4885841944569517323?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4885841944569517323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=4885841944569517323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4885841944569517323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/4885841944569517323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-being-me.html' title='JUST BEING ME'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-1860261499409700583</id><published>2007-05-03T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:47:01.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT HAVE YOU DONE</title><content type='html'>What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to me?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lovely inside&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling of pride&lt;br /&gt;Up above on cloud No 9&lt;br /&gt;I feel just so fine&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so kind&lt;br /&gt;And helping me read my own mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to me?&lt;br /&gt;I have been so naughty at times&lt;br /&gt;That you often mime&lt;br /&gt;I feel so funny&lt;br /&gt;When you call be bunny&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long walk&lt;br /&gt;So, let’s just continue to talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-1860261499409700583?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1860261499409700583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=1860261499409700583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1860261499409700583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/1860261499409700583'/><link 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Don't look back, and make a crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened has happened&lt;br /&gt;Let us face today together&lt;br /&gt;For I'm here by your side&lt;br /&gt;To lift you up and say- Be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try, but I fail, what can be done to me?&lt;br /&gt;I feel, so helpless, that I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, help you out, and make you feel&lt;br /&gt;the way you should&lt;br /&gt;You are my, precious one, don't turn back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here looking out for you&lt;br /&gt;Make a way that I may work with you&lt;br /&gt;I am not stopping till I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;All the while, want to see you smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2693529750553279815-9044257848303457516?l=mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/9044257848303457516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2693529750553279815&amp;postID=9044257848303457516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/9044257848303457516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2693529750553279815/posts/default/9044257848303457516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydreamsmywords.blogspot.com/2007/05/be-alright.html' title='BE ALRIGHT'/><author><name>Tina Angelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3bKEeUNaj2g/Slhw0xxW0QI/AAAAAAAAASc/icpmaZy_8cg/S220/Ange+perry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
