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Heart and Soul

verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell

I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray

chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you

I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell

Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew

I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat

chorus

Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul

Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told

Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell

I am part of the Infinite Soul.

• Our poor people, these downtrodden masses of India, therefore, require to hear and to know what they really are.
• Ay, let every man and woman and child, without respect of caste or birth, weakness or strength, hear and learn that behind the strong and the weak, behind the high and the low, behind every one, there is that Infinite Soul, assuring the infinite possibility and the infinite capacity of all to become great and good.
• Let us proclaim to every soul: Arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached.

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Anger ≠ aggression

Anger is an emotion, while aggression is a behavior. They differ entirely in one central dimension - control.

• You can't control your emotions directly. In the legal system, nobody gets sent to prison for how they felt, regardless of how angry they were. They get punished for what they do.
• You can influence your emotions indirectly by how you think and behave. For example, when you focus on how terrible all the drivers in your town are, your anger will likely increase. But, if you listen to music and think about how grateful you are, your anger will probably subside.

7. You have epic concerts in the bathroom

It's just an ordinary day, come on!

Wishes To Late

I wish that you could hold me in your arms.  
Hold me close to you where I can escape from the pain.
I wish that you could comfort me and make me feel at ease.  
I wish that you were here now.  You did this to me.  
Why won’t you fix it? I wish you would fix it.  
I wish you would mend my broken heart.  
Just put the pieces back together.  
I wish I knew what you’re thinking. How you’re feeling.  
I wish you were here to talk to me.  To give me advice and listen.
I wish I could pour my heart out to you. I wish I could cry on you shoulder and not have to fight the tears back.
Knowing that you won’t attempt to dry them at all.
That you would let them all slip from my soul until I drowned.
I wish that you could make me stop crying or at least try.
I wish you never made me cry in the first place.  
I wish that I could feel your heart beating.
Your head resting on mine. Your arms tightly holding onto me as if you never want me to leave.
I wish I could have that feeling back one more time.  
Just one more time with you to show you how I feel.
To have that feeling that words can’t even come close to describing.
I think I love you but it is too late.  
You’re gone and now I want you more than ever.  
I wish you were mine to hold.  I wish that you knew.

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