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I've been listening to a quite a few Chinese songs lately. 

Far away

Far away we live in gleaming paradise

In perfect peaceful paradigm

In love in riches of all kind

In a fairy tale story we construct the lines 

Far away where the flowers bloom 

In a place we find no gloom

In honor we live, we walk in truth

In a home with no rule

Far away whence

Far away lies eternal youth

No fear no pain no abuse

In freedom in joy we run free

In hope in goodness we believe

Far away whence

Far away

Far away,

 In our head

//Ash J

20 minutes on the bus

pot of surprise

life's getting harder and i'm not getting any younger
am i going to complete the things i set out to do
it seems time is passing by faster and everybody
else is doing something, going somewhere

will the good things remain and blossom prettier
or will it all go downhill from here
i think i must change myself to make this world better
and make everyone around me happier

should we wait for tomorrow before any rash decisions
can we believe and hope for nice surprises
like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow after the showers

no worries no fear
i'll take myself further than i've been before
a step at a time and i'll leap and not fall
putting all my trust in the one I call God

Maybe then
we can finally find the pot of surprise after we've braved through the storms

what i think about when im sick

fever's overtaken me
the ringing ache between my eyes
and sore muscles down to the spine
ain't gonna make me stay in bed
i need fresh air and no cares, a space of my own
the sight of the pills, the sounds of your voice
its making me sick, seek down to core
i'll find the cause of my disease in a virus that lingers in my home
a virus called depression, it lurks
spreading repression of emotions
and depletion of hope
it eats me slowly, deadly
robbing my soul
as the temperature rises i can't think straight
and every second i think about the pain that awaits
on the other side of the grass, i imagine to be
an ungrateful lifestyle might make many flip

why make yourself miserable, you say
why put yourself through this, you fool

its just my way of seeking closure
when i am sick in my bed

take me

I'm going down without a qualm
lost drive to live
no words to speak
I hate what I see
I hate who I am
I hate where I live
I hate why I'm staying
When will this be over?

Bouts of depression
they come and go, it seems
eating me alive
I lose my sense of happiness
losing all motivation

Lord, if you will hear me
Take me to a place afar
where I can start anew
to find hope and love
where we are one

Take me