leaves are falling down on the beautiful ground
i heard a story from the man in red
he said "the leaves are falling down
such a beautiful sound
son, i think you'd better go ahead
but you always hold your head up high
'cause it's a long, long, long way down
this town was meant for passing through
boy it ain't nothing new
now go and show 'em that the world stayed round
but it's a long, long, long way down"

Basically, I'm a fourteen year old girl, with a love for music and art, and am having temporary lapse of imagination. Maybe I'll get writing again, but at the moment I just enjoy reading other people's work, mostly in the category 'Robin Hood BBC'.

I love music, simply because it's a way of expressing yourself, your thoughts and feelings in your own style. I also love sitting inside staring at the rain; it's strangely relaxing.

Sometimes I can't wait until I'm old enough to go and see more of the world, and other times I don't ever want to have to grow up.

Apart from that there's not really much to say, except that if you get a chance, read the book 'Click'. It's the work of ten different authors, who have written it in support of the charity 'Amnesty International', and it has a real meaning behind it.

all men have secrets and here is mine
so let it be known
for we have been through hell and high tide
i think i can rely on you ...
and yet you start to recoil
heavy words are so lightly thrown
but still i'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
so, what difference does it make?
what difference does it make?
it makes none.