Pple R like stained-glass windows
dey sparkle n shine wen the sun is out
but wen da darkness sets in
their true beauty is revealed only if der is a light frm within
There Is A Garden In Her Face,
Where Roses And White Lilies Blow;
A Heavenly Paradise Is That Place,
Wherein All Pleasant Fruits Do Grow.
There Cherries Grow That None May Buy,
Till Cherry Ripe Themselves Do Cry
Life Never Leaves U
Empty
It Always Replaces
Evrything U Lost
If It Asks U To Put
Sumthing Down,
It''s B''coz
It Wants U To
Pick Up Sumthing
Better ...
Every Truth Passes Through Three Stages
Before It''s Recognized
In The First It''s Ridiiculed
In The Second It''s Opposed
In The Third, It''s Regarded As Self Evident . . .
