Voices echo through her halls
In solemn prayer.
Footsteps echo on the stone floor
As memories stride by.

Music floats down the corridors
Ringing gently, as strings stroked by wind.
Shapes and shadows haunt each room,
Ghostly visitors from long ago.

The House is dark, forgotten and alone.
Crumbling stone and creeping vine
No more than a dreary decoration.
Drifting memories her only companion.

Now that I have turned eighteen and am about to start driving at last, I think the time has come to take a comprehensive look at my childhood. While I really am half joking, it proves interesting to ponder how I have changed—if I actually have!—over these years. In David Copperfield Dickens grasps the mystery of growing up. Indeed, the people in David’s childhood hold such vibrant and firm images in his mind that he can hardly believe they have changed since then.

like a dance--
learning the steps
awkwardly
halting:
the hand, hesitating
to touch
the back turned toward her
his shoulder
muscle beneath the shirt
to lay her head
gently--
for a moment--
on its breadth--

Christopher Paolini
By Caitlyn

Hey! My name is Caitlyn and I am 15 (finally!) years old. I live in Germany, and I am a Freshman in highschool. I am no longer homeschooled sadly but I am proud to say that I will be homeschooled next year once again. I am a student at an American Highschool which is pretty awesome. I speak some German ^_^ Ich liebe Apricot Pie. Es ist sehr toll!

Being a homeschooler isn't always fun,
You do your schoolwork and then your done.
Out the the window you see kids walking,
Laugh, joking, and always talking.
Of course you have friends everyone does,
but no one to talk to on the school bus.
If you have a big family it's real tough,
trying to work while brothers play rough.
Being homeschooled does have good parts,
Every day doesn't have to have early starts.
So I guess being homeschooled isn't too bad,
At least you don't always have to dress rad.

They say you only live once
So live
Like you’ll never get another chance
Give
Your world true love and romance
And live
To the fullest

They only live once, too
So reach
And touch them when they’re down
Speak
The words to erase the frown
And live
To the fullest

They say a friend is for the tough times
So sigh
And face the world together
Cry
And be comforted forever
And live
To the fullest

What is time? What is the hour? Maybe this hour someone first saw Jesus and asked 'Could he really be the one?'. Maybe this hour someone was martyred, dying so strongly and faithfully for our Lord. Maybe this hour someone first invented the violin. Maybe this hour a battle was finished, and a tired weary soldier looked about him on the meny fallen as the sun rises, with the feeling of victory, and yet graveness as he looks, beaten and battle worn. Maybe this hour someone just escaped death, and was never the same afterwards. Maybe this hour someone first landed on American soil.

Looking upon a star.
Wandering just as far.
Looking for life.
I've been a cause of strife.
Looking for love.
I see one coming from above.
I see the one who dies for me.
It is with him where lies the key.
There was no room at the inn.
But still he cleanses me from sin.
And when this life of mine shall cease.
It is then I shall find peace.

To Bring Us Home
In lands far away.
Ere the break of day.
Voices cry, voices cry.
To bring us home. To bring us home.

Deep is the magic.
Locked within our souls.
Voices cry, voices cry.
To bring us home. To bring us home.

Light surrounds.
Echos rain down.
Voices cry, voices cry.
To bring us home. To bring us home.

One day we shall see our King.
One day very soon.
Voices cry, voices cry.
To bring us home. To bring us home.