I know everyone on CM considers me to be a harmless flirt Rashid, but in all sincerity, from the bottom of my heart, I only wish I would get the chance to hug you once too. That would be my only wish because I think you are one of the nicest and sweetest human beings I have ever had the priviledge to meet even if it is only online. It's odd about the undo button . . . I've often wondered what if things had been different for me? Would I still be here? Or would it have been a different outcome? So, just like you, I know that feeling only too well. The might have been feeling. Would my life have been more or less happier?
Like a bittersweet song it has all played ou...

I know everyone on CM considers me to be a harmless flirt Rashid, but in all sincerity, from the bottom of my heart, I only wish I would get the chance to hug you once too. That would be my only wish because I think you are one of the nicest and sweetest human beings I have ever had the priviledge to meet even if it is only online. It's odd about the undo button . . . I've often wondered what if things had been different for me? Would I still be here? Or would it have been a different outcome? So, just like you, I know that feeling only too well. The might have been feeling. Would my life have been more or less happier?
Like a bittersweet song it has all played out a certain way. And so here I am near the ending of the song.
I missed you while you were gone Rashid and please don't ever go away again. Clipmarks is better for having you.






The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.