Why be average, when you can be extra ordinary?
Why write a letter of complaint, when you could write a story?
I have fallen head over heals and landed flat on my face;
I need you to pick me up and make me yours.
Love, love and hate, hate.
Let me paint you a picture of the two of us in love.
Harvest a baby and grow an acorn;
Fall makes leaves fall all around us,
To show summer has come and gone.
Pass the test paper, or at least try your best.
Grow a conscience and intellect, alongside your cress.
Create life with a seed and hope for a better tomorrow;
Plant a baby on Sunday and forever heal its sorrow.
