and its another one of those things that you always knew but never stuck in your head.
once upon a time, there lived a boy who thought he could go out into the world and be anything he wanted to be. the world was his oyster and he could make pearls from everything life threw at him. my dear boy, where are you now? my dear boy, where's all your positivity? my dear boy, where's the sincere smile that once graced your youthful face?
thrashings, F grades, threatened suspension - nothing could make you give up; nothing could plant doubt in you. you knew you were the King. girls broke your heart just like they always do but it didn't matter. the familia was always there to make everything right again. the familia was always there to break any fall; there to reinforce your faltering belief. now where're they? halfway across the world in America, stuck in some fucked up jungle in Brunei or Thailand, rotting in some retarded military installation, stressed up with medicine school...
boy you've been crushed by the events of the year - you cannot understand how something so retarded as fund embezzlement could end one of the things you were really looking forward to - and hardly anyone was there to catch your fall the way they did in the past. but boy be proud, you're growing up, you're dragging yourself to your own feet, you're shaking off the misfortunes on your own - you'll be a man someday. looking up to the majestic heavens, you know God has not forsaken you,you know your own worth, you know you can still be anything you want to be as long as you set your mind to it, you know the redemption and glory offered by pain and fortitude, you know that better days are out there and we'll get there some day. maybe she'll love you, maybe not. maybe life will go back to the days when the familia was as tight as it was, maybe not. but as long as the fire of passion burns you will never yield. you know you never will.and the day will come when you step on the grass on the other side of life, finding the pastures as green as you thought it would be.
next year brings great promise. with the younger boys coming into the ranks, the cadets finally commissioned as officers and gettin to play, a new season and new beginnings, maybe james coming back to do NS, ORD, New York-London-Paris. I am sure tomorrow will be a better day, next week will be a better week, next month will be a better month, and next year will be a happier year. Believe and never yield. it will happen.
the goo goo dolls sum-ed up my christmas wish nicely.
And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
once upon a time, there lived a boy who thought he could go out into the world and be anything he wanted to be. the world was his oyster and he could make pearls from everything life threw at him. my dear boy, where are you now? my dear boy, where's all your positivity? my dear boy, where's the sincere smile that once graced your youthful face?
thrashings, F grades, threatened suspension - nothing could make you give up; nothing could plant doubt in you. you knew you were the King. girls broke your heart just like they always do but it didn't matter. the familia was always there to make everything right again. the familia was always there to break any fall; there to reinforce your faltering belief. now where're they? halfway across the world in America, stuck in some fucked up jungle in Brunei or Thailand, rotting in some retarded military installation, stressed up with medicine school...
boy you've been crushed by the events of the year - you cannot understand how something so retarded as fund embezzlement could end one of the things you were really looking forward to - and hardly anyone was there to catch your fall the way they did in the past. but boy be proud, you're growing up, you're dragging yourself to your own feet, you're shaking off the misfortunes on your own - you'll be a man someday. looking up to the majestic heavens, you know God has not forsaken you,you know your own worth, you know you can still be anything you want to be as long as you set your mind to it, you know the redemption and glory offered by pain and fortitude, you know that better days are out there and we'll get there some day. maybe she'll love you, maybe not. maybe life will go back to the days when the familia was as tight as it was, maybe not. but as long as the fire of passion burns you will never yield. you know you never will.and the day will come when you step on the grass on the other side of life, finding the pastures as green as you thought it would be.
next year brings great promise. with the younger boys coming into the ranks, the cadets finally commissioned as officers and gettin to play, a new season and new beginnings, maybe james coming back to do NS, ORD, New York-London-Paris. I am sure tomorrow will be a better day, next week will be a better week, next month will be a better month, and next year will be a happier year. Believe and never yield. it will happen.
the goo goo dolls sum-ed up my christmas wish nicely.
And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
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