De-Ecrivian

In a way it's like beginning, In another it's like dying, In every case, love, time is flying, And all I'm doing is trying To burn the red sunrise, To touch the stars at night, To be a fool for something wise, Because I'm sixteen and I'm so alive. In a way I'm all I need to be, In another, perfect's so far away, In every case, there is a way,   And today will always be the day To hope in faith and love, To sing and dance and run, To shout out purpose to the sky, Because I'm sixteen and I know the reason why. In a way I know all that I need, In another I don't know anything, In every case I'll be okay, And find a way through

"There followed terrible days… after he left, we forgot to say the Kaddish." ~ Night by Elie Wiesel, a survivor of Auschwitz and Buchenwald Never Forget Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba b'al'ma di v'ra khir'utei v'yam'likh mal'khutei b'chayeikhon uv'yomeikhon uv'chayei d'khol biet yis'ra'eil ba'agala uviz'man kariv v'im'ru: Amien Free will is the gift of humanity, But it's hard to appreciate what's hurting me, In light of the darkness of these days and nights, Is this gift worth its price? Dear God, grant shalom, peace Y'hei sh'mei raba m'varakh l'alam ul'al'mei al'maya yit'barakh v'yish'tabach v'yit'pa'ar v'yit'romam v'yit'nas