"Sometimes it sucks to be strong. Because when people know you are strong, they think it's okay to hurt you over and over again."

Paano

Shamrock

Paano mo malalaman itong pag-ibig ko sayo
Paano mo maramdaman ang tibok ng puso ko
Kung lagi kang kinakabahan na ika'y masasaktan
Pangako ko ang puso mo'y hindi pakakawalan

Paano mo maiintindihan na ako'y nananabik
O kelan ko kaya madarama ang tamis ng iyong halik
Kung lagi mong inaatrasan ang sugod ng nagmamahal
Sana nama'y pagbigyan mo hiling ng puso ko

Subukan mong magmahal o giliw ko
Kakaibang ligaya ang matatamo
Ang magmahal ng iba'y di ko gagawin
Pagkat ikaw lang tanging sasambahin
Wag ka ng mangangamba
Pag-ibig ko'y ikaw wala ng iba

Paano mo malalaman itong pag-ibig ko sayo
Paano mo maramdaman ang tibok ng puso ko
Kung lagi kang kinakabahan na ika'y masasaktan
Pangako ko ang puso mo'y hindi pakakawalan

Subukan mong magmahal o giliw ko
Kakaibang ligaya ang matatamo
Ang magmahal ng iba'y di ko gagawin
Pagkat ikaw lang tanging sasambahin
Wag ka ng mangangamba
Pag-ibig koy ikaw wala ng iba

Far From Heaven

Dream Theater

No one truly has the answers
Everyday I struggle through it once more
Keep things bottled up
Never speaking my mind
Misinterpreted
I'm doing just fine

Every day I
Put a brave face on
Serves me well
Feeling helpless
Facing it alone

Hard to tell
That I
Can't change who I am
How I feel
There's no end

I have done what you asked of me
Leaves me nothing to live for

Coming undone
Way to high a price
I should pay
You keep your pride
While I die inside
Every day
No I
Can't lie anymore
Won't pretend
I've done
All I can

You can't imagine
The hell I'm going through
Not asking you to save me
I'm too far from Heaven

Nothing you can do to change me
But accept me
As I am

 

Bridges In The Sky
Dream Theater

 

Blackness awakens
Visions come alive
Seeing through darkness
With borrowed eyes

Death survivor
Take me higher
Reunite my soul

Whisperer of truth
I trust in you
To make me whole

Sun
Come shine my way
May healing waters bury all my pain

Wind
Carry me home
The fabric of reality is tearing apart
The piece of me that died
Will return
To live again

Feeling myself slip away
Silently dreaming awake
Hidden memories
Flooding back

I will not grow in the light
Until I pass through the darkest caverns of my heart

Dance with fire
Spirit guide erase the world outside

Messenger of truth
I trust in you
Transform me now

Sun
Come shine my way
May healing waters bury all my pain

Wind
Carry me home
The fabric of reality is tearing apart
The piece of me that died
Will return
To live again

And at last the time has come
To unite again as one
To the power of the Earth I'm calling
Crossing bridges in the sky
To a journey to renew my life
Shaman, take my hand

Sun
Come shine my way
May healing waters bury all my pain

Wind
Carry me home
The fabric of reality is tearing apart
The piece of me that died
Will return
To live again

And at last the time has come
To unite again as one
To the power of the Earth I'm calling
Crossing bridges in the sky
On a journey to renew my life
Shaman, take my hand

everything will be okay

in the end

if it's not okay,

it's not the end

“There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there.”

A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

*from Tina B.Tessina via Healing Wounds