Hope Right now , I’m an addict The future, I can’t predict Hope! I’m full of it Rayon Rashid Kamara

Every night his blazing light comes alight Every night he ignites flaming lights that shines bright Overtime the only time he glows was at nighttime Which to him felt like a crime his soul, becoming sour as lime a sunflower growing in the dark this boy wants his life back But every time he commits this crime

He gave himself away To those that come his way Hoping that someday one might stay for more than just a day then he can say love has come his way

# JUST ANOTHER LONELY DAY Alone in the dark, hole in my heart, turn on the radio And the words fall out, but they got no place to go Wasted on you, high on the fumes Know I should let you go But the world won’t stop And all I got is your ghost Another day, another lonely night I would do anything to have you by my side Another day, another lonely night Don’t wanna throw away another lonely life

PLAYING WITH PERCEPTION Where do stereotypes come from? Why do some perceptions persist, and is there any truth or value to the assumptions we make?