Rain by Breaking Benjamin

Rain
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Take a photograph,
It'll be the last,
Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here,

I don't have a past
I just have a chance,
Not a family or honest plea remains to say,

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

Is it you I want,
Or just the notion
Of a heart to wrap around so I can find my way around

Safe to say from here,
You're getting closer now,
We are never sad cause we are not allowed to be

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

To lie here under you,
Is all that I could ever do,
To lie here under you is all,
To lie here under you is all that i could ever do,
To lie here under you is all,

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun,
All the world is waiting for the sun,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

The End

Well,

I'm retired. Never again will I pick up a bowling ball and never again do I hope to pick up a bowling ball.

I have bowled for 11 years. 11 years of pain, torture, sadness, etc. It has ruined my social life, my knee, my hand, my ability to just relax and have fun.

I just hope that I can become a better servant for the Lord since I will no longer be wasting my time with the stupid sport.

Riding the Waves of Life

This week has been really up and down. It had every extreme possible in life (well, most of them.)

Monday- The highest my life got in awhile with excitement- First, the day of celebration that the Bears are going to the Super Bowl!!!! That evening, I learned that TRUE miracles can happen.

Tuesday- Probably the lowest of lows. I read much of one of my sources on the Milgram experiment and I learned how even average Americans can turn so evil. Everyday, now, I will question what type of person I am because of it. Also, that above miracle, I learned how life can truly be EVIL!!! I bet I have the record for that type of miracles, but definitely in the wrong direction. Ah, someday, that miracle will last forever.

Wednesday- this day was not so bad besides feeling like my head was about to explode. I had so much sinus pressure that it was impossilbe to make what was happening around me. Luckily, though, I did have enough creative juices left to write my fairy tale for Spanish.

Thursday- beginning of the climbing back up the mountain. The practice we had gave us hope for a future match because we bowled the best baker games we have ever had. Also, Thursday night was nervous tension due to the studying for Anatomy, but still, in a positive light.

Friday- I learned I truly can wheel and deal in the oil market (thanks Bob). Also, I did pretty good on my Anatomy test, not perfect, but almost great. The bowling match was such a rush of emotions. My last match, a tough opponent, and a deterriogating body. We lost the match, but only 6-4. All I know is, it was a such a sweet feeling to know that the last ball I threw in a high school match was a strike.

Right now, I feel empty due to the amount of emotions spent during thsi week. Oh well, it will be perfect because I have tons of homework I need to finish- time to turn robot.

Andy Newton

How life turned so sour

I figured I would clarify how life turned so sour. Thursday was our huge match against B.C. Basically, it would make or break our season. We had our best guys there and ready before the gmae and life was looking pretty good. Then I went to bowl my first ball, the end. I heard so many cracks and creaks that it was unbelievable. Bascially, my knees and back gave up on me. When it came to the match, I was done for. Ends up, our team exactly tied them. All the rest of our bowlers did their absolute best, but basically, because of my average dropping by 50 pins, we lost in the tie breaker.

Funny, I pray for the one time I could compete and of course, when the chance comes, my body gives up on me.

O Lord

O Lord,

I cry out to You now. I need You so much in my life. Only I could turn life so sour. I just pray that You will give me grace and turn it around. I know I have been a complete traitor to You. I ignored You. I pretended You didn't exist. I pretended that the world was mine and nothing was Yours. Please Lord, just forgive me. I promise to become a better servant for You and Your Glory. I know I can never make it up for what I have done. I just pray that You give me another chance to spread Your Magnificence throughout the world you created.

As my body fails, as my mind fails me, as my soul fails, please Lord, give me a second strength so that I can double, triple, quadruple the talents You have blessed me with. I just pray that You will help me to become a worthy testimony for You and You alone.

Please Lord, just help me right now.

#79

But now its to man, every purpose and every plan, to whom the praise is directed.

We live out dream, make the crowd scream, but turn to yell at the sound man,

Since where and when did we stop checking the word and begin to start checking the sound scan.

Remember when shows were for souls and rhymes were for flows.

Now we spend one minute to pray, if even that for each day, but spend 2 hours checkin our clothes.

What happened to the passion we was having that was sparked in the begining.

But we're quick to cry, point the speck in your eye, but even quicker to justify our sinning.

We're quick to diss and raise the fist to justify the things that we do.

But for every finger we point at them, just remember freind there's 4 more pointin back at you.

How and when did it all begin as ministry turned to industry.

Cause did Jesus need a manager, record label, ditributor, or even a boooking agency.

When troubles came, did he call upon the name, or turn to a lawyer to handle it.

Why do we ask God last, ignore the past, but be the first to ask our management.

Cause next to him, our glory's dim and truely pales in comparison.

Why does every move we choose seem to revolve around

We can get our groove on, but yet worry about comin on to strong.

Yet we water it down so much there aint even nothing left to chew on.

Souls become sales, and sales become a salary Give the crowd something to feel, whine about keepin it real,

But dont try to keep it to reality.

Yet when its all over and the mic is hung and its all said and done.

It wont matter how many battles I won, but only the souls that I have won.

On the other side, will my silly pride cause me to hold my head up proud .

If I wont have beef with you then, tell me freind, why should I have a beef wth you now.

At the end of my life when I held that mic did I really truelly deserve it.

Forget if I was phat, forget if I was whack, I want to hear well done my good and faithful servant.

"Industry" by KJ-52

A Post

To my few readers,

Sorry, I've been too busy to post anything.

Basically, there is two weeks till the start of Christmas break. The only thing is, I have to get through these two weeks. Examens are breathing down my neck right now and I'm going into robot mode to survive- Eat, sleep, devotions, and school work. So hopefully, I will survive this ride and somehow scrap through with straight A's.

We have a bowling match this Saturday. We are favored to win against Rossville (It helps that they only have one bowler). Hopefully, that will go well.

I am kinda nervous because I know something top secret about the Senior Girls. I just hope they will be easy on us senior guys. Also, I hope the senior guys won't hurt me when they find out I turned traitor to a few of them (ALEC).

Ah, In God we must trust,
Pinbuster