chapter one
When I was a little girl my dad suddenly left. I remember being really close to him. Sometimes he would act strange though. Like he never stayed in one place long and was always looking behind him like he thought someone was following him. And one دن he کہا he had to go for a little while, and he never came back. He was the best father I could ask for. He was kind and always did what was best for the family. And that is why it broke my دل to find out that he wasn’t coming back. At first I didn’t believe it and I didn’t want to. The only thing I wanted was my dad to come though the door and tell me everything is ok. Life went on without him days turned into months. Disbelief turned into betrayal and sorrow. If it wasn’t for my brother Jason I wouldn’t know what I’ll do.
A two years later my mom gave up hope of his return and married Robert T. Harry. That is a lot to put on a eight سال old ارے your father left and he doesn’t love us anymore but don’t worry I am going to marry I guy I just meet that hates you! Isn’t that great? I never liked him and felt she could have done better. He seems like a really nice guy at first. Kind smile and sense of humor. But don’t let that fool you. Because as soon as my mother turns around he beets us and does unspeakable things. And my mother never sees a thing of it. And get so mad when I “LIE” about something so cruel. But the دن she کہا I do was the دن I lost my mother forever. Soon after me and my brother could not take it anymore so Jason left to try to find out what happened to dad. I never saw him again.
Jason took care of me looked out for me when everyone else would not. He could always make time for me and always had جوابات to my problems. I don’t know how he did it but he stepped up to help out in anyway he could sense dad left. He took care of the family. He even took two jobs after school to help pay the bills before the devil came. He never complained. So when I found out I was losing him too the one piece of my دل that was left shattered. How was I going to make it though now? Before he left though he gave me a ہار shaped like a سٹار, ستارہ and told me it like the north سٹار, ستارہ guiding people to there destiny and no matter how far the distance we will always end up finding each other. And told me he would come back and that I wasn’t alone.
The اگلے four years my life has been a living nightmare. But then everything started to change the night I meet a man named Blake. I was walking home. It was dark usually is around the time I get off work at the animal shelter. It was cool night still damp from the earlier rain. A nice clear sky the full moon peaking out of the clouds. I sighed. I was just turning the corner when someone grabbed me. Get off me! Who are you? Panic shot through me. I was about to scream for help when he slammed me angst the wall. His arm cutting my air supply. The harder I fought the titer he held me. Now آپ can make it easier on yourself سے طرف کی doing everything I say یا آپ can be difficult and end up never seeing the light of دن again. Which is it going to be? I don’t know who آپ are but آپ are making a big mistake.
Then I kneed him in the gut kicked him back. He grunted in pain oohhh آپ are going to wish آپ didn’t do that. He lunged at me and I dogged. I managed to get in a couple of kicks and punches before he got lucky and grabbed a hold of me. He didn’t hesitate to slam my head into a wall. I blacked out.
When I woke I was gagged and my feet and hands bounded. And had a killer headache. It was dark and I realized I was in a cramped box! Great I’m mail. Then I remembered I had a pocketknife in my pocket. If I could just get to it. My hand made it’s way to my کوٹ pocket. My fingers brushed the cool sufferance of the knife. My fingers curled around It. I clicked the button and the nice sharp blade slid out. Carefully I moved the blade up and down. Feeling the ropes loosen. Snap! I smiled pure joy flooded into me. I brought the چھری up to my face and in one smooth slice of the blade cut the gag of my face. Now just to get out of this BOX! I thought rubbing the rope burn on my wrist. I stabbed the چھری as hard as I could into the side of the کریٹ, کھوکھا corner and tried to pry the thing open. Creeeekkkkk! So much for sneaking out without anyone knowing.
that is the intro to the keeper of the forbidden light.
When I was a little girl my dad suddenly left. I remember being really close to him. Sometimes he would act strange though. Like he never stayed in one place long and was always looking behind him like he thought someone was following him. And one دن he کہا he had to go for a little while, and he never came back. He was the best father I could ask for. He was kind and always did what was best for the family. And that is why it broke my دل to find out that he wasn’t coming back. At first I didn’t believe it and I didn’t want to. The only thing I wanted was my dad to come though the door and tell me everything is ok. Life went on without him days turned into months. Disbelief turned into betrayal and sorrow. If it wasn’t for my brother Jason I wouldn’t know what I’ll do.
A two years later my mom gave up hope of his return and married Robert T. Harry. That is a lot to put on a eight سال old ارے your father left and he doesn’t love us anymore but don’t worry I am going to marry I guy I just meet that hates you! Isn’t that great? I never liked him and felt she could have done better. He seems like a really nice guy at first. Kind smile and sense of humor. But don’t let that fool you. Because as soon as my mother turns around he beets us and does unspeakable things. And my mother never sees a thing of it. And get so mad when I “LIE” about something so cruel. But the دن she کہا I do was the دن I lost my mother forever. Soon after me and my brother could not take it anymore so Jason left to try to find out what happened to dad. I never saw him again.
Jason took care of me looked out for me when everyone else would not. He could always make time for me and always had جوابات to my problems. I don’t know how he did it but he stepped up to help out in anyway he could sense dad left. He took care of the family. He even took two jobs after school to help pay the bills before the devil came. He never complained. So when I found out I was losing him too the one piece of my دل that was left shattered. How was I going to make it though now? Before he left though he gave me a ہار shaped like a سٹار, ستارہ and told me it like the north سٹار, ستارہ guiding people to there destiny and no matter how far the distance we will always end up finding each other. And told me he would come back and that I wasn’t alone.
The اگلے four years my life has been a living nightmare. But then everything started to change the night I meet a man named Blake. I was walking home. It was dark usually is around the time I get off work at the animal shelter. It was cool night still damp from the earlier rain. A nice clear sky the full moon peaking out of the clouds. I sighed. I was just turning the corner when someone grabbed me. Get off me! Who are you? Panic shot through me. I was about to scream for help when he slammed me angst the wall. His arm cutting my air supply. The harder I fought the titer he held me. Now آپ can make it easier on yourself سے طرف کی doing everything I say یا آپ can be difficult and end up never seeing the light of دن again. Which is it going to be? I don’t know who آپ are but آپ are making a big mistake.
Then I kneed him in the gut kicked him back. He grunted in pain oohhh آپ are going to wish آپ didn’t do that. He lunged at me and I dogged. I managed to get in a couple of kicks and punches before he got lucky and grabbed a hold of me. He didn’t hesitate to slam my head into a wall. I blacked out.
When I woke I was gagged and my feet and hands bounded. And had a killer headache. It was dark and I realized I was in a cramped box! Great I’m mail. Then I remembered I had a pocketknife in my pocket. If I could just get to it. My hand made it’s way to my کوٹ pocket. My fingers brushed the cool sufferance of the knife. My fingers curled around It. I clicked the button and the nice sharp blade slid out. Carefully I moved the blade up and down. Feeling the ropes loosen. Snap! I smiled pure joy flooded into me. I brought the چھری up to my face and in one smooth slice of the blade cut the gag of my face. Now just to get out of this BOX! I thought rubbing the rope burn on my wrist. I stabbed the چھری as hard as I could into the side of the کریٹ, کھوکھا corner and tried to pry the thing open. Creeeekkkkk! So much for sneaking out without anyone knowing.
that is the intro to the keeper of the forbidden light.
Ya tell me,
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All دن long, all دن long
What makes آپ think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think آپ want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do آپ act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet آپ never liked that when آپ were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No مزید time for homework, just sit back and do the things I love to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All دن long, all دن long
What makes آپ think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think آپ want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do آپ act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet آپ never liked that when آپ were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No مزید time for homework, just sit back and do the things I love to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't سوئنگ, جھول me سے طرف کی my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if آپ destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't سوئنگ, جھول me سے طرف کی my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if آپ destroy me.
No matter how much آپ wish for مزید it happens like the گھنٹہ glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test سے طرف کی our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test سے طرف کی our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover