Ref's ~

Your life, your journey  begins at home,  in your own backyard.  This is where  dreams take shape This is where  values are forged.  Know who you are,  Whose you are,  Where you're from.  The grass is green and tall.  Time is fresh and kind.  Enjoy your backyard life  While it lasts.  See beauty in little lanes. Put your heart in all that you do.  If you ever need a pat on the back Then call your sister Tell her,  Celebrate ,  Let there be  Laughter,  Dancing,  Light and  Life Enjoy it while you have it.  Don't be afraid Of hard work,  Of questions, Of constructing Dreams and friendships.  It is your duty, my  friend To find for yourself  some good friends.  A strong support at your back for the rest of your life.  So, go make some friends Talk deep and love deeper.  So go climb and go live.  While you can. 

We reached out for flowers but found thorns instead.  We wanted petals, but got blood.  What we thought was beauty, was hurt disguised in happiness.  So be careful little hands and little hearts of what you reach out for.  Be careful of settling down for lesser things just because you hate being empty-handed. Maybe sometimes your hand needs to clench its fingers to a fist,  And stop reaching.  But sometimes, you need to stretch your feet and tip toe  so you can reach out more,  A little further, a few more inches.  And maybe for you to do that  You have to open your tight fist,   your closed heartgates, the doors of your mind,  Let go and don't be afraid  To reach, reach and reach And reach out in faith.  And I'll be praying for you So you'll find something beautiful at the other end,  The kind of beauty that doesn't leave you with scars,  Beauty soft like flowers and petals Soft like the ti...

If you were mine.  I would write encouraging notes for you And slip them next to your handkerchief,  If you ever have to use it, you'll find them.  So, you'll always have something to read And your pockets will never be empty.  I wish you'll love my writings.  And I wish I could draw  So I could colour you in all the colours I see you in And show you off to the whole world.  But I can't draw.  Instead, I'll pick up my camera And capture you in all the details I see you in.  The way your lips curl when you read.  The way your eyes dance when you're excited.  The way your soul sings.  Yes, your soul.  I would capture pictures of your soul.  Pictures worthy of you.  If you were mine I'd do all these things For you.  But you can never be mine.  Because I'm selfish.  I don't want anything that isn't wholly mine.  I wish you were wholly mine ~