Oliver Cromwell
Need I say more?
A member of parliament
The lord protector
...
How far will I go
to win back your love.
From sea to sky,
or stars to cove.
...
My favorite mistake
keeps stringing me along.
It reminds me of the place
I used to belong.
...
As I lay there motionless
sinking into my bed,
I think of all the things
I wish I would have said.
...
So lucky to recieve cause
for recognition and applause.
I couldn't budge from my seat.
The competition was hard to beat.
...
I'm walking through a valley
where everything is bright.
No more anger or depression,
nor hot tears of spite.
...
Don't be surprised
if I don't answer the phone.
I would much rather
just sit here alone.
...
I sit in biology
Droning along
Nobody's right
But nobody's wrong
...
Time moves swiftly through
taking youth away.
There is no past or future,
only now, here today.
...
My best friend
is the person for whom I care.
No matter what the odds
my friend is always there.
...
Hurt in the worst way
Cut deep once more
Familiar pain lets tears and blood combine
Sorrow drips from a heart left alone
...
I'm moving past the lies and deciet.
I'm moving to a place I can belong.
I'm going away and never looking back.
Where no one can tell me that I'm wrong.
...
Only last year began
my frail social life.
All the new people to meet,
all the mood-swings, delight to strife.
...
Drugs, weapons and speeding cars
litter my broken brain.
My head begins to ache and pulse
not holding up to the strain.
...
Running
Keeps me agile
My heart races with the breeze
The pounding of my feet
...
I surrender
to my feelings,
every single minute of
every single day.
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Oliver Cromwell (Written For Class)
Oliver Cromwell
Need I say more?
A member of parliament
The lord protector
He didn’t believe
The king should rule
So he led a rebellion
From his parliament stool
Needless to say
Civil war was to come
The roundheads gained power
And in the end won
He gained a new nick name
Old Ironsides it was
I don’t know why
And doubt anyone does
A Puritan man
For Irish Catholics to fear
He put so many to death
It was near genocide, so I hear
Some think him a hero
Some think him a fraud
But he would be proud
He’s remembered abroad