Life

Life for you, (who we are) has been less than kind
So take a number, (who we are) stand in line
We've all been sorry, (who we are) we've all been hurt
But how we survive, (who we are) is what makes us who we are
Song: Survive
Band: Rise Against

D of E-last day

Feet sore
Back aches
Mind empty
Muscles begging to stop
The fog creates illusions and false hopes
The mud waiting to trap passerbys
The spitting rain is cold and gentle on our skin.
The thought of a warm shower is the fuel which keeps us going

Up the hill (poem)

The sun beats down on our backs
The soft breeze wraps around us and dances between our fingers
We reach the hill which looms above us.
Time seems to strech out.
Seconds become minutes, minutes feel like hours.
All thoughts have left my mind.
I concentrate on putting one foot infront of the other.
I look ahead and for a second my heart is filled with joy as it seems I have nearly reached the top
Yet the smile vanishes from my face as I realise I have been decieved.
I battle on through the last stages of the climb.
Finally I reach the top.

by Sara Montgomery