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The Christmas Computer
The Christmas Computer
"Except...
What of a joystick?
How can I live
Without a big joystick?
I can't play all my games on the keyboard,
Why it wouldn't be right!
You wouldn't want all of my friends to think that you're tight!
Im amazed
That Im alive
I think I should be dead
From all the things
That’s happened here
Both to my heart and head
So now I sit
And try to think
Just what life means to me
Both what life is
And what I hope
The future years will be
Life is such
A confusing thing
As you sow, so shall you reap
You must pay a price
For what you learn
And the answers don’t come cheap
So here Im
My Sweet Angel
I stand before you now
Offering to you
All that I am
I hope it’s enough somehow
I once said I
Would live my life
In fear again to care
For if Im hurt
Like that again
My soul would disappear
I’ll never be
A wealthy man
I knew it years ago
I can’t offer you
An easy life
As through the years we go
And Im not perfect
I have my faults
I don’t ride a gallant steed
Im not a knight
In shining armor
Just a human being with needs
To promise more
Would not be right
Just promises in vain
We’ve had enough
Of them broken
We know that cutting pain
So with a lump
Stuck in my throat
With nervous, shaky hands
I offer you all
The love I have
From a bruised, big hearted man
I’ve no idea
Where we would live
And how I do not know
But I have faith
The Lord shall provide
As through the years we go
Submitted by:
Submitted to:
Group 2 Mrs. Ana
Jemima Breis
II-Bichat
Members:
Africano, Raphael
Becina Aaron Paul
Perez, Carl Danielle
Aliazas, Clarrene Faith
Balatero, Mikaela Louise
Capillan, Alexandra
Espinosa, Marie Charlene
Mediavillo, Jazelle
Urgena, Charrylaine
Villanueva, Niña Dolores