THE ANTHEM OF LIFE
Walking, breathing, eating done
For the other thousands I continue to run
Away from as my goals get further away
Further and further, can´t seem to find a way.
Wondering and stumbling through what seems so cosy.
I try and climb up but I´m getting quick quessy
And the moment of quiet as I look down
To see all around me the remnants of a town
The ladder I´m on falls and never lands.
I´m floating is squeezing my insides
With no way out my lungs have no give
The loathing nothing matters, now besides
That now comes about the urge to live
Something clatters as I hit the ground
Deep underground, ladder nowhere to be found
And the cycle continues as I get up and see
My journey´s restarted, there´s no way to flee
Confused and panicked I take a left turn
Lost in the fog that´s beginning to burn
My eyes scanning imaginary to-do lists
Of all I´ve done… yet the feeling persist
Missed my queue
The train´s left the station
Begin anew
The mentor of a nation:
Walking
Breathing
Eating
Done.
Růžena Matulová, septima B
THE ANTHEM OF LIFE
Sounds, notes, vocals of voice
make me shiver, not by choice
I crumble every time I see the vision
of our existences together.
Me and you, you and me,
You´re my lock and I am the key,
you´re my melody and I am the lyrics
you mean to me everything…
You are in every thing, I see around me
when we are together everything fades to grey
I am afraid of scaring you away,
my scarred face, my scarred heart,
scars on my arms are difficult to hide
but it´s easy to hide my heart, if there´s none
I can tell you beautiful stories about you and me, my hun
Had you read them carefully,
then you have seen it truly,
that the life can never be fully in love with the Death itself.
Selfish, isn´t it?
That I still do love you,
I want to keep the promise of us together, ´till the end
manage to mend our importance…
What can happen´ with just one done,
our last dance, our last breath,
can be breathed in to the sound of our existences
swallowing each other….
It is not hard to understand you
we are barely the same.
Could you blame me,
that I repeat the words everyday.
The truth is it became the anthem
the anthem of life.
Klára Gajdošová, 2. A
THE ANTHEM OF LIFE
What is the anthem of life?
Is it the time we have spent
or the time we have left?
The joy that moments bring us
or the punches that time gives us.
Is it family or friends
the toy or the dance?
Is it the nature, have we mature
or who we stand with life little to no chance?
Take advance, take the chance
tell them how you feel.
How they bring you down, how you´re angry at the time.
How you need another life to find the fulfil
the anthem and your dreams.
Be yourself, cry out loud.
And laugh even louder.
Scream from the top of your lungs.
And have no fear or doubts.
Light is shining on your way
tomorrow is another day.
Don´t worry about the things to come
be yourself, e brave, have fun.
Tomorrow is also day
the day that will wash your worries away.
That´s the anthem of my life
that´s the anthem for today.
Anna Gregorová, 2. A
THE ANTHEM OF LIFE
When I was younger
I fell in love with the stars.
Nights I´d spend gazing somewhere far,
they confused my head with an array of thoughts.
“Where are you? Can I come with you?
You always visit my world, but never take me along, too.
Don´t you get it? I want to leave!
Still, despite my cries, you let me be.”
Now, that I´m older, I understand,
and I wove that to you, my friend.
I begged, I screamed, I wanted to leave,
but I am still here.
You had to be strict in the time at my weakness,
you kept me anchored to my existence.
Thanks to you, I stopped waiting for stars.
Knowing I could never leave, I made the best at my time.
I stopped wishing, I started living,
I took me some time, but I started breathing
I am a human – I need no limit
just you watch, now I am the one shining
I wish you could see, through you´re a glamorous lie,
how wonderfully I sang the anthem of life.
Tereza Šavlová, 2. A
THE ANTHEM OF LIFE
Born from the Earth itself
shattered over our sore lives.
Tiny pieces of hope
the meanings of being alive.
Time slowly passing by,
giving and taking what´s ours,
choosing who´s gonna survive
reversible but mistaking.
Nature´s lyra,
the mourning den,
the fragile rings of hasty butterflies
lured into spiders webs.
The revival of the punctured trees,
later burnt into dust
like a minstrel,
left to rust.
The very first breath
after drowning in the depths.
The fierce river streams,
the shores and the beaches of lake.
The night skies´hostility,
the shivering stars´ lust,
the bright moon´s shine,
the Earth constantly revolving
around the Sun.
Anna Kováříková, septima B
