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my chemical romance :: bLacK ParaDe

When I was
A young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.


He said,
Son when you grow up
Will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?


He said
Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non believers,
the plans that they have made?


Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade.


When I was a young boy,
My father
took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up
Would you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?


Sometimes I get the feeling
She's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.


Through it all,
The rise and fall,
The bodies in the streets.
And when you're gone we want you all to know


We'll Carry on,
We'll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on


And in my heart I cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.


A world that sends you reeling
From decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all


So paint it black
And take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call


To carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
You're weary widow marches


And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me
Cause I could not care at All


Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world,
Will never take my heart
Go and try,
You'll never break me
We want it all,
We want to play this part


I won't explain
Or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer
For all the broken
Listen here
Because it's who we are




I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero
I don't care


We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
You're memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on


We'll carry on

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anonim

Semakin lama saya hidup, semakin saya sadar
Akan pengaruh sikap dalam kehidupan
Sikap lebih penting daripada ilmu,
daripada uang, daripada kesempatan,
daripada kegagalan, daripada keberhasilan,
daripada apapun yang mungkin dikatakan
atau dilakukan seseorang.
Sikap lebih penting
daripada penampilan, karunia, atau keahlian.
Hal yang paling menakjubkan adalah
Kita memiliki pilihan untuk menghasilkan
sikap yang kita miliki pada hari itu.
Kita tidak dapat mengubah masa lalu
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music

Seorang musisi harus
menciptakan musik, seorang
seniman harus melukis,
seorang penyair harus
menulis, jika ia ingin merasa
damai dengan dirinya sendiri.
Apa yang seseorang bisa
lakukan, harus ia lakukan.

—Abraham Maslow