It is not when you feel the edge to always think about someone, when one drums and you dance.
He alone knows and knows best indeed. Even the hearts of Presidents he controls as he wish. Men are but clay in the hands of God.
As the day travels afar, new things you will meet of course, never mind though. They are meant to strengthen you, some to remind you and others to keep you going.
When ever possible, do well to remember me, the good days we made together.
When ever you feel like crying or cry, give me a call; I do not promise to make you laugh but I can cry with you.
When it all doesn't want to work, relax, rethink and push, push and push again.
If it be that man must suffer for something, then he will get indeed.
When it does happened that the hard times come, I will remember the good old days.
Some people have it in their life, to hit once and succeed. Others have it that hitting twice would do. Nevertheless, some also have to hit for the third time.
That so many things needs doing Which I paid less attention to until it happened So fast nearly breaking down brave hearts Which for years has been built To maintain and contain All that could possibly be Now or later deeds Holding no one responsible than myself It all never seems right, and then there …