There’s a girl but I let her get away It’s all my fault ’cause pride got in the way And I’d be lying if I said I was ok About that girl the one I let get away I keep saying no This can’t be the way we’re supposed to be I keep saying no […]

After sometimes, I’ve finally made up my mindShe is the girl and I really want to make her mineI’m searching everywhere to find her againTo tell her I love herAnd I’m sorry ’bout the things I’ve doneI find her standing in front of the churchThe only place in town where I didn’t searchShe looks so […]

That Girl

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CW57mKL9Csk There's a girl but I let her get away It's all my fault 'cause pride got in the way And I'd be lying if I said I was ok About that girl the one I let get away I keep saying no This can't be the way we're supposed to be I keep saying no There's gotta be a way to get you close to me Now I know you gotta Speak up if you want somebody Can't let him get away, oh no You don't wanna end up sorry The way that I'm feeling everyday No no no no There's no hope for the broken heart No no no no There's no hope for the broken There's a girl but I let her get away It's my fault 'cause I said I needed space I've been torturing myself night and day About that girl, the one I let get away I keep saying no This can't be the…

Cousin Tribulation’s Story

Dear Merrys:--As a subject appropriate to the season, I want to tell you about a New Year's breakfast which I had when I was a little girl. What do you think it was? A slice of dry bread and an apple. This is how it happened, and it is a true story, every word. As we came down to breakfast that morning, with very shiny faces and spandy clean aprons, we found father alone in the dining-room. "Happy New Year, papa! Where is mother?" we cried. "A little boy came begging and said they were starving at home, so your mother went to see and--ah, here she is." As papa spoke, in came mamma, looking very cold, rather sad, and very much excited. "Children, don't begin till you hear what I have to say," she cried; and we sat staring at her, with the breakfast untouched before us. "Not far away from here, lies a poor woman with a little…

The Boy Who Couldn’t Sleep

On the day that he was born Max slept for most of the time. And in the first weeks of his life he slept like other babies. But when he began to look around him, he didn't sleep so much. He slept for a few hours at night and a little in the daytime. Then he stopped sleeping during the day. He was awake for twenty hours. His eyes were always open! His mother, Samantha Price, was very surprised. She said that the world was a very interesting place and perhaps Max wanted to see everything. She thought this was because he was intelligent. The doctors and pediatricians were also very surprised; but they said that they didn't know why Max slept so little. Then a child psychologist studied Max's case. He said that it wasn't a very strange case. His studies showed that a lot of modern babies were sleeping less. He wasn't sure why, but he had some…

God’s Secret

It looked like a beautiful palace or a very big hotel. But it wasn't made of stone; it was made of clouds: immense, milky-white clouds. When I reached the doors, they opened automatically; but perhaps they floated open - I can't say. I entered an enormous hall. It was so high and so wide that I felt dizzy. It seemed that I was standing on air. A bright light - like sunlight but not sunlight - reflected from the walls of cloud - or were they made of snow? Then, far away on the other side of the hall, I saw somebody behind a large reception desk. 'This is like a hotel,' I thought as I walked towards it. 'But what a hotel! It's beautiful! This must be heaven.' It was a long walk but I was smiling to myself all the way. I felt very happy now. I thought, you tried to be a good person all your life.…

25 Minutes

After sometimes, I've finally made up my mindShe is the girl and I really want to make her mineI'm searching everywhere to find her againTo tell her I love herAnd I'm sorry 'bout the things I've doneI find her standing in front of the churchThe only place in town where I didn't searchShe looks so happy in her wedding dressBut she's crying while she's saying this Boy I missed your kisses all the time butThis is twenty five minutes too lateThough traveled so farBoy I'm sorry you areTwenty five minutes too late Against the wind I'm going home againWishing me back to time when we were more than friendsBut I still see her in front of the churchThe only place in town where I didn't searchShe looked so happy in her wedding dressBut she's cried while she was saying this Boy I missed your kisses all the time butThis is twenty five minutes too lateThough traveled so farBoy I'm sorry…

The Last Unicorn

Megan I pulled the curtains open and looked down at the street. It was hot, too hot for London in the middle of July and I was angry. I closed the curtains and returned to my mother's room. She lay in bed and I could hear her breathing. She looked so thin and I sat next to her and held her hand. 'I'm not going,' I said. 'You can't send me away.' I looked at my mother and her face was white like the sheets and pillowcases. 'It's only for a month, until I feel a little better, my darling,' she said. 'Then you can come home.' Doctor Barns stood on the other side of the bed. 'Has Megan got any friends?' he asked Mrs Brown, our home help. Mrs Brown shook her head. 'Megan doesn't have any friends,' I heard her whisper. 'She's a strange child.' Friends! Of course I didn't have any friends. We moved to this part…