1st Movement
3rd Movement
Looking deep with myself….
I ask what am I doing here….
Why has life put me in my path…
And at that am I on the right path?
I can say alot about my past.
But what about what is come… what is to come of this body and this soul of mine.
How many more people will I meet.
And what about the ones I have meet why them.
And out of them how many will be true friends, Or what most call Best Friends…
Looking in deep with myself trying to find my answer…
Sometimes I enjoy being all alone with no one to stop my mind from moving, To enjoy life in all it’s Beauty.
I know many that can not be alone with out think of some one why. I enjoy being in this time and in this place of mine. For it is my secret place…. The place that has light when I am happy, and a place that is full darkness when my mind has gone mad….. Â
Just letting my mind run about.
Looking in deep with myself…
I wonder why Life or God has put some people in my life or I in there’s.
And when there gone why…
Do they do there Job in life, and then there are gone job’s over.
The few that I keep close, I care for deeply.
But even in my secret place I trust no one here on Earth.
And there are few that know where my trust is..
And my thoughts are what keep me feeling safe.
My thoughts are what make me as person.
My thoughts are what keep me going in life.
Look in deeeep with in myself.
I find that my thought’s are my answer to all that I ask.
My thoughts are what put me in my path.
My thoughts are what keep the people in my there.
For my thoughts are like no others.
For they are what make my words. My words are mine, but even my words can be taking away.
But my thoughts move with me in me in till I Die.
Looking in Deep I find my thoughts and I.
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I ask what am I doing here….
Why has life put me in my path…
And at that am I on the right path?
I can say alot about my past.
But what about what is come… what is to come of this body and this soul of mine.
How many more people will I meet.
And what about the ones I have meet why them.
And out of them how many will be true friends, Or what most call Best Friends…
Looking in deep with myself trying to find my answer…
Sometimes I enjoy being all alone with no one to stop my mind from moving, To enjoy life in all it’s Beauty.
I know many that can not be alone with out think of some one why. I enjoy being in this time and in this place of mine. For it is my secret place…. The place that has light when I am happy, and a place that is full darkness when my mind has gone mad….. Â
Just letting my mind run about.
Looking in deep with myself…
I wonder why Life or God has put some people in my life or I in there’s.
And when there gone why…
Do they do there Job in life, and then there are gone job’s over.
The few that I keep close, I care for deeply.
But even in my secret place I trust no one here on Earth.
And there are few that know where my trust is..
And my thoughts are what keep me feeling safe.
My thoughts are what make me as person.
My thoughts are what keep me going in life.
Look in deeeep with in myself.
I find that my thought’s are my answer to all that I ask.
My thoughts are what put me in my path.
My thoughts are what keep the people in my there.
For my thoughts are like no others.
For they are what make my words. My words are mine, but even my words can be taking away.
But my thoughts move with me in me in till I Die.
Looking in Deep I find my thoughts and I.
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 I woke up at 7am and still dark outside with really strong winds.
At 7:30am I got ready and my mom and step dad and got out the door by 8am and got into Toronto,Canada in 3 hours. My mom and me got to Indigo by 11:30am. We waited in line for a good 2 hours.
When it was my turn to get my book signed by Kat,she remembered me and by name. She said ” HALEY,you are here i was waiting for you and knew you were here!!!” she came out of her seat and walk towards me to give me a hug on the stage.
I gave her the presents and a card that i made and when i showed it to her she was amazed.
It all went by too quickly but hopefully one day this year I will eventually see Kat again and it was my mom’s promise to do so too.Â
Mozart’s opera DIE ZAUBERFLOTE
