It's strange the things you remember And the things you seem to forget. It's a jamboree of all sorts, A patchwork of joys and regrets. You remember the days when you mess up, The days when sadness brings tears, But you forget all those small happy moments When it's laughter that brings you to tears. If only we could be happy forever, To look forward, not think of the past, Our lives would be full of elation, With sadness a ghost of the past...

Beacon Of Hope Society seems in a mess. Mothers cry, while fathers stress. To be polite is a disgrace as children mock you to your face Every day the papers show that crime and rape did upward go. The things done in laboratories are stashed away in lavatories. Drugs and sex aren't hard to find. It seems as if the world's gone blind, for what the people fail to see is messing up society. As dads no longer head their home and kids all sit and chat by phone. What once to all has been a home is looking like a war-torn zone. No longer do you find that kids are playing in the park, for it's become a hideout place for gangsters after dark. What once was right now seems so wrong. No more joy and no more song, as what this all was meant to be lies buried in a cemetery. By telling you these things my aim is not to make you mad. It's just to tell another truth, which soon will make you glad. Amidst the chaos of this world, of hurt, despair, and pain and hate along with treachery all done for selfish gain. There's this one thing I know of, believe with all my heart, that when I bend my knees to pray my God will make a way...