Fordsimms

Life may seem like it is about to end, but that no longer matters to us...For as you can see, we care not for your chivalry, or for your honor. Because for a pirate, it is a life for the free, and that life, that life is for me! As the clouds roll in...our sails hanging down as they, blow in the wind. We know what’s ahead...either our greatest treasure or what will leaves dead. We must charge forward..look not back, but set sail ahead! We must keep going..this our life, this is our strife, we must fight now for this, paradise! We shall sail outward, far away, long gone from our safe old bay. We shall find it all, great treasure, fame,

My room has no heat, my life has no friends, no one believes me unless the truth can bend. They only care to exploit me for profit, whether money, fame, I'm just in their pocket. My life drags by, day after day, like the waves that crash, upon the bay. So I wonder and think, as I look up at the stars, that the moment is yours, but when will it be ours. We met by fate, and then lost sight, but it's nice to know, that you are here tonight. Each day when I wake I think the same, where is the one, the one and same, to heal the pain, and not to blame, loved forever, depression is slain.

On cold winter nights, when we had our window open. We would look up at the open sky, and watch the moon. the breeze that wafted into the room was cold, dry, and if the wind was blowing right you could smell the burning coals from the family wood stove. Me and my brother would sit there and watch the moon for awhile before we closed our eyes and began to dream out loud. We would go outside and get on a train in the woods, and after we hopped on we would sit by the window, and watch as we went up into the starry night. The train would take us past the moon and to a different land, we would make it slightly different every time we came, adding