Many years ago,
I had a friend in need,
But when I saw their sadness,
I turned and went to flee
I wasn’t scared of what I saw,
I’ve seen it all before,
What scared me most wasn’t theirs,
But the sadness I saw in me
MasqueradeWe like to believe that we're not on our own
In what we call life we don't want to be alone
So we mould ourselves to what others want to see
Faking a smile - that's how we should be
We follow the fashions, the latest trends
Trying to impress, those we call friends
We fake our emotions, pretend we don't care
But sometimes this life is more than we can bare
I don't want to be fake, I want to be real
I don't want to pretend, I want to say how I feel
But I want to be happy, not sad anymore
I want a reason to smile, something to live for
I don't want to live in this masquerade
or be a puppet that society's made
If I'm sad, that's fine, If I'm happy thats great,
But I want to be myself before its too late
Old School Gates
I went for a drive down memory lane
Westbound to the town from which I came
I drove for miles along the roads that I've known -
all my life until I came to the place I called home
As I drove down the streets I walked down 4 years
my eyes became blurry as they filled with tears
I went for a drive down memory lane
to my old school building where only gates remain
for there was an old building that once stood so tall
and now there is nothing, nothing at all
So I parked up the car as I stared at those gates
and I tried to picture those times I spent with my mates
The good times we had as we sat on the grass,
Laughing and joking on our way back to class
It might sound stupid, but not to me
I sometimes wish things were how they used to be
But times have changed, and no one's the same
and those old school gates are all that remain
Shooting StarWhen it feels like there's no one left to turn to
That there’s no one there to dry your tears
Come to me and I'll be your shooting star
Confide in me your hopes and fears
I’ll share them all with you
Share with me your wildest dreams,
I can't promise to make them come true,
But I can promise I’ll be there to pick up the pieces
Of your broken heart if your dreams happen to fall through
I'll be there no matter how hard it seems
All NightI wish I could write you a happy ending
Something to help your heart whilst mending
I wish that I could write you a meaningful song
If only the words hadn't come out all wrong
I wish I could find you a silver lining
To help you see this fights worth fighting
All these things I wish I could do,
And all these things would be only for you.
But I can’t write you a story nor can I sing you a song
I can only listen to you, but I have all night long.
Potential Prince Charming
Every young girl dreams of a knight in shining armour
He’s handsome, and brave, and a bit of a charmer
He’ll come to the rescue on his horse of white
And steal you away in the dark of the night
But this is just a fairy tale, a story to believe
Reality is different, you must not be deceived
You see the prince is just a concept, someone to save the day
How can you expect a prince, you’re not a princess anyway
Look past the charm and handsome looks
Forget the fairytales you’ve read in books
A prince is just a symbol, an image, nothing more
He is not a goal, or something to strive for
Your Prince may come along one day, in a suit of rusted armour
His hair might be messy, and he’s not quite the charmer
His horse may not be white, and he may not be that brave
But what more could you ask for, if it’s you he’s come to save?
To be Alone would be a Terrible Existence
Did you ever think that you would find,
Another soul that understands your mind?
Did you ever think that you would meet,
Another one that makes you feel complete?
Someone to help you through the darkest times
And overcome the tallest of climbs
And even when there are no words to say,
They help you heal in their own unique way
For even when the words run dry
Neither of you have to try
Words are not needed to explain
For they honestly know your pain -
As you unfortunately know theirs
And together you understand the silent despairs
But stumbling in the darkness you both find a way
To help each other, find the light in each day.
To be alone in this world so bleak and unjust
Would be a terrible existence, having no-one to trust?
So when the days are too dark and the nights are too long
I'm glad I have somewhere I feel I belong.
Everyone dreams of their happy ever after
Where the days are filled with nothing but laughter
Bad days have become a thing of the past
And the smile on your face is something that lasts
But sometimes life is filled with darkness
Good memories tainted with feelings of sadness
Sometimes the dream seems so far and out of reach
But it is just a lesson, that life has to teach
It’s the passion that drives you, and the hope you cling to
The scars that remind you and the desire that guides you
And in the end there’ll come a day, where all the pain will fade away
But for now can we just pretend that we’re happy anyway?
What if?Sometimes I sit and wonder what if,
What if my life was different from this?
What if my parents were still together
I'd probably be more messed up than ever.
What if I had fitted in at school?
What if the other kids weren't so cruel?
Would I still be sat here writing this?
Or would I be living in some kind of happy bliss?
What if I had never moved?
Would my life have really improved?
What if I had passed, not failed?
What if that train hadn't derailed?
Would I have turned out differently?
Perhaps I would have gone to university?
I could sit and think about every one
And how my life might have gone
But in the end I have to admit,
I wouldn't really change it, not one little bit.
For everything that had happened to me
Has made me the person I'm meant to be.
Ever AfterAs children we believe in so many things
That the world is full of magic and happy endings
We believe Santa brings us gifts and that the villains never win
And that one day we'll meet our very own prince charming
We believe that a fairy turns our teeth to money
And that we're given eggs of chocolate by an easter bunny
We believe that at the end of every rainbow
Is a little green leprechaun and pot full of money
As we grow older we start to realise
That the magic isn't real and that Santa was a lie
The fairies don't exist and a bunny doesn't bring us eggs
That in reality it's just our parents in disguise
We begin to see that the world isn't as we always thought
That not every single bad guy is always caught
That sometimes bad things can actually happen
And that money isn't everything and happiness can't be bought
So its only right that you should begin to question
That is a happy ending just another big deception
So we tell ourselves it's not worth believing
That there is no happy ever
Free Plushie Patterns Online
Here's a collection of links to sites outside of DeviantArt where you can find free plushie patterns. There are well over two hundred choices, so you're sure to find something you like.
Remember, if you can't find exactly what you're looking for, try adapting one of the patterns. For example, a tiger can easily be turned into a lion, an elephant into a wooly mammoth, an elf into a goblin, or combine the upper half of a mermaid with the lower half of a pony to get a centaur.
Night Garden Studios Jointed and Rag Bears
Baby Bows Bear
Hug Me (EMS Bear