i am looking for a story that i read a few years ago
i till remember the main character is moved a long way from home i think a relative like an aunt or sister is taking her in but the main part is that the character catches a baseball to avoid a little girl getting hit with it
i am searching for a story where the main character is injured in school and the gym teacher says its nothing and he should stop faking i have read it before but cannot remember the title if anyone remembers the story please give me a shout ^^
I just have to thank everyboby that post on Amazon i am very lucky to get a lot of the books for my kindle from amazon Germany so those of you who have wonderd wich crazy german is buying there books that would be me proberly i search dayly for new stuff to read so if some of you have posted but i have not found you please tell me where i can find you ^^
i do hope all that you offer books on amazon germany also get your cash^^
oh how do you do, young willy mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i've been walking all day, and im nearly done
and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick
and i hope you died clean
or willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene
[Chorus]
did they beat the drums slowly
did they play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
I'm sittin' on the top of Kilimanjaro
All my heart is yearning
Like a candle burning in the night
Seasons keep on turning
Sometimes hard to keep up the fight
I will climb the ancient mountain
I will find the last flicker of the light
What a strange strange freedom
Only free to choose my chains
So hard not to weaken-
Just give up and walk away
I will climb the ancient mountain
Cruel Crazy Beautiful World
You have to wash with the crocodile in the river
You have to swim with the sharks in the sea
You have to live with the crooked politician
Trust those things that you can never see
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana (jesse boy) ayeye ayeye
Beyond the door, strange cruel beautiful years lie waiting for you
It kills me to know you won't escape loneliness,
Bits of songs and broken drums
Are all he could recall
So he spoke to me
In a bastard tongue
Carried on the silence of the guns
"It's been a long long time
since they first came
And marched through our village
They taught us to forget our past
And live the future in their image"
They said
'You should learn to speak a little bit of English
Don't be scared of a suit and tie.
September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead
When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
When you can’t be amazed, I am sorry for you
Then no chance for you
When you can’t feel, it is over
You will stay empty
When you can’t forgive, You give up all
Is your slate clean?
When you carry on life like this
You never reach your salvation
You are not the child
That you were, that is true
Although, be what you once where
The child in you, wake it up
The child in you, bring it out
Maybe you are a good person
A good woman, a good man
And unwanted in this world
As unwanted as one can be
Please don’t give up, Keep your ears open
I was going along this street and the street lead to me
The song that you sang on the last evening played only in me
Just a few more steps and the key to this door
This way is not easy this way is stony
Not many agree with me but life offers so much more
It was just a little moment and I was mot here
After a little step it downed on me
Some kick you some love you some help you
Some bless you don’t set your sail if the waves reach high
Some will love you some will hate you just be yourself
On this road
i know not all of you will be able to read this but give me some time as i want to translate it with meening and not just so it is translatet
Há¶r nicht auf fá¼r das zu leben an was du glaubst, glaub an dich und schá¶pfe Vertrauen und Kraft aus deiner Familie die Nacht fá¼r Nacht deine Seele bawacht und dich liebt ganz egal was du tust, was geschiet, die dich wie eine Há¼lle umgibt, wenn du diese Glá¼ck hast hast du fast gesiegt, fast gesiegt.
I would like to thank a few people for making my off work time really special even if i do not know them personally and there is no order to my preference as all of you have a beautiful way of writing and capturing my heart
Juli O, Wanda Cunningham, Scott Ramsey, TeddyS , Angel o Hare, Babara Lynn Terri, Ellen Hayes, Maddy Bell, Jannet Stickney(who Posts on other good fiction Sites)
I know there are a lot of others out there that I have not Had the change to read as up today but I hopefully get around to read each and every story
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