Recent reviews by The hope rise with the light

Forgive us our life. We were never enough happy. All our hopes and dreams vanished in the air. Sometimes we wonder. Why we still waiting? Never coming back. The home is not we are sleep. The best in us died long ago. If only... They showed us the wolrd full of cruelty and fears. Now you undestand why we hate? Inside the dreams that we been given. We see the past that we didn't have. We see the future that we won't have. If you remember how we lived. The child go beyond... The place promised in our days. Welcome to our empty soul. We want open and let you in. Don't chain on your wrists. Don't closed your mind. We are still trying.

It's not an easy choice. Freedom to be anyone. Never live for yourself. You're always in the way. The path you would like to take. So many places you need to find. So many times you want to survive. So many lives you want to live. Run the wastelands for days. The will of the wind is against you. Until sunset you will dream. It will never dawn before you are happy. The dream is closer, you just need to find. Need to find another life. Like never been before. They hope to understand how could we be the same. The same old good, until the best.

The story of our life. Sorry we are not here. Beautiful world for beautiful people. Nobody better, never was and never will. We always want to be another. We was. All of us. Never were good, always were the best. No one is forgotten and nothing is forgotten. Love the cuties today, they will tonight repay. Taste the yummies one day, feel whole life like holiday. Our besties not the beasts. We go until the edge. The edge but never end. Our place, our own old world. We never leave, we never die. Was built until the last,rebuilt for outcast. Will always be eternal.

We really got the land,really got the borderland. The line between the new day and memory of yesterday. The day before and endless time. What a beautiful flight? Help us understand. Help us stop pretending. So many times, so many lifes we spent our home. We were the gods in our world, now we slaves in someone else's. Our friends are great. Much love from they. Much love for them. Where they now? Oneday morning they vanished in the air. Never want, but always waited. Learned to fly, won't to crawling now. Everything blue not perfect blue, we want to say. In that place we can to live, but want to leave. Leave the wasteland, wasteland don't leave you...

Buried at sea...But there is no place where there would be no desire for life. It's time to wake up. In search of yourself. Who we really are? We need to look for answers at the bottom. The legacy of the past is lost. The best minds of the past are no longer with us.It was necessary to find what they left behindOnly there, nowhere else. It was greatness. But where is it? We know about it but don't see it. Paradise couldn't perish. We thought we were very smart, but our grave is heaven itself. This is both a gift and a curse Only the rats remained on the sinking ship.There are a lot of them, do they have enough food? We don't know. When it ends they will start eating each other. And then they will start eating themselves. If you can't find something, create it. They created a semblance of heaven. The images they saw helped them move on. They follow the dreams of the dead. How to find yourself? No answers were found. They were looking in the wrong place. Because that place no longer existed, but they didn’t know it. The illusion they built replaced reality for them.Time passed and paradise lay in ruins. Pathetic rats, they could not bring it back. But there was hope...

We're back, back in the city. And everything has changed.We feel, we feel disappointed. The faces remain the same. We see shadows. So sad, but our new friend makes us smile. Take us back, pretty girl, take us back. No one will know. We took to the road. Where should we go? There where time goes forward but the error can no longer be corrected. There is no room for doubt, only the will imposed by someone else. There is one more place. Time has stopped there. Every day is like the day before. But we are not alone, all our friends are here. We need to work hard, but we know that then we will have a lot of rest. And when we are asked why we have chosen this path, we will remain silent.

There lived a hobbit in a hole underground. Not in some disgusting, dirty, damp burrow, where the tails of worms stick out from all sides and smell disgustingly of mold, but also not in a dry sandy bare hole, where there is nothing to sit on and nothing to eat. No, the hole was a hobby, which means it was comfortable. We go on a grandiose campaign, the purpose of which is to recapture the lost kingdom of the dwarfs from the dragon. The journey will take you through a wild land, treacherous lands. If we return then we will not be the same as before.

For the Emperor. You are like a son to me, and together we have conquered almost the entire galaxy. But now it's time for me to return ... People were falsely confident, considering themselves gods. And the gods were waiting for this hour from the moment we crawled out of the primordial slime, laughed and rejoiced, watching how we perish through our own imprudence. Great soup made, great soup made.

Dear Gabe take it all back. We can't play.

We are always changing. Never stand still, strive for development. Nothing can stop us. We thought so, until we stopped ourselves ... We just ordinary people. We do the same and hope for the best. Can we sleep and eat, can we eat and sleep? This is us and we be alright. The great and prosperous world. The world that we have been building all our lives. Now it's all gone. What did we expect? Never wanted ... never. We now live in the New World. This is not the future we expected. We don't see happyness. Where are the smiles of loved ones? Old good days. Never back in time. Wastelands and deserts are what we got. We believed that we would find salvation beyond the horizon. Nothing, just ruins. It is like a clock showing the best time that has already passed. All we have is the glory of the old world. But the glory is buried and no longer inspires people. There is nothing left but suffering. If the hope no longer exist in this world we will make it ourselves. We want it and we can. Also we can die trying. Salvation in our wishes.