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Verse 1 In a village veiled by mist and stone, A blacksmith’s daughter, quiet, unknown. Her hands, though worn, bore strength unbound, Her spirit fierce, her gaze profound. Each strike of iron, a hidden beat, Of royal blood, masked in the heat. Chorus O, daughter of fire, forged in grace, Bound by a life no crown could trace, With embers bright and secrets deep, Destiny stirred where shadows sleep. Verse 2 Then came a night, thick with dread, A king lay cold, his line near dead. The nobles scrambled, sought an heir, Yet truth lay silent, breathing air. A rider came with tales of old, A hidden daughter, fierce and bold. Chorus O, daughter of fire, forged in grace, A silent flame in a hollowed place, From humble hands to kingdom’s call, The blacksmith’s child would rule them all. Bridge Through castle halls she walked unknown, A queen of iron, claimed her throne. But crowns are cold, and power fades, And hearts grow heavy, bound by blades. In silent nights, she missed the fire, The forge’s warmth, her first desire. Verse 3 The years wore on, her heart grew gray, For iron hardens, dreams decay. With no child born, her blood would end, A lonely reign, no heir to send. Her kingdom safe, yet she alone, A queen by right, a heart of stone. Final Chorus O, daughter of fire, lost to time, A throne of sorrow, steeped in grime. She fades to dust, her tale unsaid, A queen without a tear to shed. Outro And when the people spoke her name, They mourned a heart they could not claim. For in her rise, her soul was lost— The iron queen who paid the cost.

Long days, tired eyes, but they never show, Mom and Dad with hearts of gold, we know. Building a world with calloused hands, They’ve given us dreams, a future so grand. Every step we take, they’re there behind, Believing in us, their faith unkind. They believe in us, through the highs and lows, Mom and Dad, they’re the strength we know. For an 18-year-old boy, a 22-year-old girl, They gave us wings to face this world. Mom’s gentle words, Dad’s steady hand, Showing us the way to understand, That hard work and love can pave the way, Through every challenge, come what may. We may stumble, we may fall, But they lift us up through it all. With every lesson, every prayer, They’re the reason we dare to care. They believe in us, through the highs and lows, Mom and Dad, they’re the strength we know. For an 18-year-old boy, a 22-year-old girl, They gave us wings to face this world. So here’s to the love they’ve given so strong, Through each step, we’ll carry it along. Mom and Dad, you’re our guiding light, Believing in us with all your might.

All earths melody Listen upon me When the gods gather O gate open thee

My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds me Why I hate my body My body My body I despise My body The reflection reminds me why Why can’t I be perfect Why am I so nervous Why am I so ashamed of my body My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds Why I hate my body My body My body I am disgusted By my body The reflection remind me why Why can’t I be pretty Why can’t I be like everyone else Why can’t I look at my body without throwing up My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds Why I hate my body My body My body I fear my body The reflection reminds me why Why can’t I feel loved Why is my heart broken Why do I feel so alone My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds Why I hate my body My body My body Why can’t everyone Just let me be me Why do I feel so empty They tell me I’m fine They tell me to ignore what they say But it is not that That makes me feel this way It’s the voices in my mind Telling me to give up Why won’t they shut up Why don’t they just take their own advice Why won’t they just shut up My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds me Why I hate my body My body I despise My body The reflection reminds me Why don’t i feel love Why won’t they shut up Saying it is all in my mind What do they know about me What do they know about My body Oh I hate My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds me Why i hate my body All that I know is I'm a thief stealing positivity Hiding my insecurities, my body shame is the tragedy My body oh I hate my body Cause all I know is this drought full of self-doubt My body oh I hate my body My reflection remind me why I hate my body Self-hate running deep inside of me My self-hate struggles stole away my positivity I don't want to live because they're just as bad as me sometimes I wish I was never seen My body oh I hate my body My reflection reminds me why I hate my body

He could hear a knock on the door, As the nails of ripper drilling a bore, On the door with a peeping hole, Through which there never came a soul. The tap striking more and more, “Here I come”, he ventured to explore, Looking through the hole on the door, He heard a tone, evil as days of yore. The tone of sadness, the tone of fear. Tone of all the pains he’s had to hear. The sound of nails rapping on veneer. Sound of curses no one dared to hear. shattered and battered at the sound. his feet ran quick as they could pound. through the first room that he found. bumping the door, he turned around. he turned around hearing no tone. there, nothing to worry or to atone . then came the knock as rapping a stone. burning the webs of peace he had sewn. the peace ablaze, he thought of the locker, the room no safe, he made the run rougher in locker was peace and nothing to suffer. inside was the dark yet the knock was tougher. his ears and eyes fazed but wary. in dark, heard no tune and felt merry. thought of it a dream he had to burry. just then came the knocks more scary. He heard a knock on the locker door, As the nails of ripper drilling a bore, On the door was no peeping hole, Out the locker never came a soul.

ईवलेसे कान अन ईवलेसे नाक! टपोरे डोळे अन गोबरेगोबरे गाल! फाल्गुनीचा कान्हा कि तुषार ची परी येणार ग..... कोणीतरी येणार ग.... खुदुखुदू हसुन घरभर फिरणारा कि लक्ष्मीच्या पावलांनी दुङुदुङु पळणारी फाल्गुनीचा कान्हा कि तुषार ची परी येणार ग .... कुणीतरी येणार ग... नाजूक स्पर्श हाताचा कोमल कान्हा कि बोबडे नाजूक बोल बोलणारी परी फाल्गुनीचा कान्हा कि तुषार ची परी येणार ग .... कुणीतरी येणार ग... कान्हा येवो कि येऊदे परी सुस्वागत आहे बाळाचे आपल्या घरी

There once was a lass named eden, The cop pulled her over for speeding, When he looked down, He then drew a frown, Cause he found the bottle she peed in

In 1916, a secret plan, Divided lands across the sand, Sykes-Picot drew the line, Lebanon's fate was not yet fine. France took control, with power to lead, But Lebanon’s people, they had a need, To be free, to be strong, To rise up and right the wrong. We stand together, side by side, Through all the struggles, we will not hide, Lebanon’s heart, beating so free, We fight for the land, for liberty! In 1926, the constitution was made, But French power, it still stayed, In 1933, they tried to stop, The people's voice, but it couldn’t drop. Unity grew, the people called, Muslims and Christians stood tall, With leaders like Khoury and Solh, They knew their dream would soon evolve. We stand together, side by side, Through all the struggles, we will not hide, Lebanon’s heart, beating so free, We fight for the land, for liberty! In 1943, the plan was clear, A National Pact to bring them near, On November 8, the parliament declared, The French were gone, no more to share. They fought and struggled, side by side, Through riots and strikes, they would not hide, On November 22, they were free, Lebanon’s independence, for all to see. We stand together, side by side, Through all the struggles, we will not hide, Lebanon’s heart, beating so free, We fight for the land, for liberty! Recently Generated View More

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