For you...

So, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell
blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail
a smile from a veil
do you think you can tell

did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts
hot ashes for trees
hot air for a cool breeze
cold comfort for change
did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage

how i wish
how i wish you were here
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
running over the same old ground
what have you found? the same old fears
wish you were here

...

there's this person in my team who is more than 40 years old and is an associate. he has a son who needs a blood transfusion every month. his son wont live beyond the age of 14. now this person is one of the most cheerful people I've met. it doesn't matter how distracted n busy i may seem, he will ensure that he gets my attention n greets me with the nicest smile.

I'm so ashamed of the troubles i complain about. God only throws that much at you that you can handle. How is anyone supposed to anticipate or handle their child's death.

i think if by 30, if I'm not married, i will adopt a child. i want to be a mother.