CY: One Angel for million of MightsCY: One Angel for million of Mights in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Proposed Singer: Bruno Mars
Singing style: Hard voice like in Mirror ft. Lil Wayne.
>Bruno Mars sings:
I was thrown!
I was blown!
In the dark night....
That place wasn't right....
In the dark night!
From the right side!
Here comes the light!
Making me bright!
From the west side! Making me light!
And everyone is crying......
From the west side.....
To be right!
To be bright!
So here's the light!
In the right!
Making us bright!
In this dark night!
>Lil Wayne raps:
From might to the light!
Making all of 'em quiet!
To be the right!
'coz I'm an Angel for million of mights!
Confused Torment - Part 16 (Hawke)Confused Torment - Part 16 (Hawke) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke walked briskly through the narrow aerated corridors of Darktown. As she rounded the corner towards Anders' clinic, an icy gust of wind hit her in the crossfire, sending a chill up her spine. She pulled her new shawl tighter around her shoulders and arms, determined to stay warm. Mother had just made her the shawl; it was a deep red maroon, except for the middle, where Mother had embroidered the Hawke insignia in a shimmering gold thread that she had bought off of an Orlesian merchant. The garment was soft against the nape of her neck and as she constricted her body inwards, to ward off the cold, she inhaled deeply and caught a whiff of Mother's lily fragrance, wrapped lovingly within the comfort of its warmth.
She entered the clinic to find Anders huddled beneath a blanket next to the roaring fire in the hearth. He had pushed one of his work tables close to the fireplace and was scribbling, fervently, upon a piece of parchment. She w
Maybe,Maybe, in Short Stories More Like This
There was no certainty in his voice when he told her to leave. It was as if the words had spilled from his mouth on their own accord, he had not given them such permission to hurt her as they did. Hawke's lips turned into a deep frown, the edge of her soft mouth yanked back in a gentle growl.
"Fine." She spat, turned on her heel and marched out of the clinic.
Anders stood rooted to his spot for a few moments, staring angrily after her as she disappeared down the steps of his Darktown clinic. When she had completely evaporated from his sight, he threw up his hands and began pacing in a manic rage. "Fine? FINE?! Everything I've done for that blighted-- and she responds with 'fine'?!" He gave a roar that would've put Fenris's battle cries to shame as he slammed his fist into a nearby wall. The soft dirt crumbled under his violent impact. "Doesn't she know the dangers? The risk she's taking? The-- the..." Anders dragged a hand over his face as a small
Just WhistleYears have passed, time has flownJust Whistle in Free Verse More Like This
And once again I have left all I've ever known
But this time I chose it, to go find my place
I'm no longer the angel with the pretty face
Companions have come, companions have gone
There are even a few who have died and moved on
It's only been a few years, since we conquered sin
But when it faded away just what did I win?
I knew I would disappear, because I was a dream
Spending so much time alone would make anyone scream
Somehow she brought me back, she gave the fayth peace
I'd never have guessed love would grant me release
Release isn't freedom, I had to see more
I'd journeyed the world but I wanted to explore
The grown woman nodded, she'd done it herself
For her I will preserve my love and my health
Since we came together, we have never parted
We'll never live stories that end broken hearted
We've experienced much pain, it would make people bristle
But I'll go through it again if she decides to whistle
UnconditionalUnconditional in Short Stories More Like This
“There's nothing wrong with you baby.”
“Then why do they all pick on me?!”
“They just don't know any better.”
“Well can't someone enlighten them?! I'm sick of living like this!”
“It doesn't matter what they think sweetheart.”
“I know! I don't know why I still care but...”
“I promise you, it'll get better.”
“How do you know...?”
“Look at me baby.”
“You're perfect just the way you are.”
“There's got to be something wrong with me...”
“No baby. Who you love is your business, and it's not a decision you can make. It's made for you when you're born, and there's nothing wrong with that. You're no different from anyone else. You're beautiful and perfect just the way you are, and I will always love you. I promise.”
“Do...do you really mean that...?”
“With all my heart.”