Spirit of the ForestStill have the memory of what you lost.Thunder clashes through the sky.Time and the drought go by.A child so young and na´ve,Losing herself to the forest terrain.Every night, in every way,She travels around the woods,Looking for a place to stay.Her mother had died back there,Lost and alone,As she starved,Not even the Kodiak would finish her off now matter how she begged.Her mother had died back there,Weeks, perhaps a month goes by.Only the moon and the evening sky,Seems to stop her from the sin of cry.Perhaps she ventured off for the adventure.A child so young and na´ve,Now in the heart of the forest,She lays on the wet soil.Her skin so pale and boney she is thin as oil.Thunder clashes through the sky.No sounds come,Not the even the roars or howls of the bear or wolf.She lays there in peace.Her mother had died back there,The trees take a moment of silence.Clear of thought, mind and conscience,Still have the memory of what you lost.The wind picks up beneath
DarknessFear is coming from every sight.In the darkness, is there a light?There are shadows in her life.In the darkness, is there a light?Somehow she will win the fight.In the darkness, is therea light?This little girl is fire and night.In the darkness, is there a light?She tries with all her might to bring in the light.In the darkness, is there a light?Is she right?Yes, there is a light.Whisper--darkness, darkness, darkness, light.
FahrenheitI ran all the way down to my friend Marie's houses fast as the morning winds could carry me. The chill of the cold winds made me feel as if I was in Antarctica. But even the cold couldn't stop me because I had a problem. A serious problem.A few hundred paces or so I then arrived at Marie's house. I knocked on the door so hard that I gave my knuckles blisters soon afterwards. Marie opened the door and I could see in her eyes that she was curious of why I was here at this time. In fact I kind of questioned that myself."Nick, what are you doing here? And if you don't mind me asking, how come you don't have a coat with you in this terrible weather. It's freezing out there."She was always like this, sixteen year old already acting like she's the mother and must take care of her friends as if they were all her children. Mostly that's the reason why she's my friend in the first place because she is always there for me like a mother."Marie, could I come in by any chance? There is something