cathyのblog

しんじっています

一年の中に いろいろな事があたんのに 私に 全くて かわりました。しかし、どのようにそのことすべて 話せで わかりません。
そして、わたしは また 赤ちゃんですから、しらないことが たくさん あります。
だから 、私は ぜひ もどもど 頑張ります。
成功が楽しみです。
自分のこと しんじっています。
全てが好くなってくると思っています。

cry on my shoulder

If the hero never comes to you
If you need someone you're feeling blue
If you're away from love and you're alone
If you call your friends and nobody's home
You can run away but you can't hide
Through a storm and through a lonely night
Then I show you there's a destiny
The best things in life They're free
But if you wanna cry
Cry on my shoulder
If you need someone who cares for you
If you're feeling sad your heart gets colder
Yes I show you what real love can do

If your sky is grey oh let me know
There's a place in heaven where we'll go
If heaven is a million years away
Oh just call me and I make your day
When the nights are getting cold and blue
When the days are getting hard for you
I will always stay here by your side
I promise you I'll never hide
What real love can do
What love can do
What real love can do
What love can do
What real love can do
What love can do

a poem for you

ANGEL IN MY HEART
Though far apart between you and me ,
My dear friend,my favorite,my love.
Good wishes from my heart,
by the shining stars,deliver to you,
till your soul.
I wish you happy every moment and minute.

Glorious moments,seeing you smile
and going for a walk with you
float in my mind.
They happened just now,as though.
I wish you happy every moment and minute.

A beautiful and sweet dream striks me,
which makes me smile at thought.
On a green prairie,
sit you and I together,
enjoying the blue sky cheerfully.
I wish you happy every moment and minute.

How I yearn you,how I adore you.
How I wish the distance shortened.
I can not like you enough.
You are the beautiful and lovely angel,
in my heart and soul.
I wish you happy every moment and minute.

You are here in my heart,
my soul,my heart will go on and on.

a letter to my classmate

Dear everybody:
I think no metter why, no metter what,
If it is over, it should be over.
Everybody has place which belong to oneself.
No commone language, no resamble thought.
So i have no idea how to go on it?
We had said any word for separate besides good-bye.
good-bye that the wold including the tow means: 1. we will meet each other in the future,
2. we won't meet each other
I don't know which one .
But i clear know for the most people, "goodbye"means we will separate for a long time.
No metter which one, no metter who.And I promise that when we meet with each other ,I will be better and better.
The person is a never admit defeat, never give up who is I.
Perhaps, perhaps when we meet wich each other in the future ,i will be maturer and maturer.
So, I want to say let us separate for a long time, my classmater.
When i meet with you again, i will be more confidence,stronger, more independent, more complete person.

your friend: cathy

I have a dream!

Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."