Group+9-3

media type="custom" key="3928709"  media type="custom" key="3929735" **__Monument lyrics by A Day to Remember__**  It's Monday morning And I would kill for a chance to drive Get so far away from here with you my dear That I'll never leave your side Nobody knows the troubles I've seen In a van, on a soapbox for the world to see

Miles away, and I wish this didn't mean so much to me To be a monument for the rest of them Miles away, and I wish this didn't mean so much to me To be a monument for the rest of them

We're getting older I've started to fear for my life is this the way that it should be? this whole thing's riding on me it's been a long road so far with nowhere to turn There's no looking back from here no more dwelling on my fears

Miles away, and I wish this didn't mean so much to me To be a monument for the rest of them Miles away, and I wish this didn't mean so much to me To be a monument for the rest of them

Twenty bucks says you'll remember me When you see me on your TV screen It may be the first time But it won't be the last time [x3]

And I'll scream so loud that everyone in this place Will hear every word I say 'cause this is my time, this is my time to shine let nothing stand in our way [x2]

Twenty bucks says you'll remember me When you see me on your TV screen It may be the first time But it won't be the last time 

Analysis of Monument: Its a new week, and a new chance. He wants to drive which is an exaggeration. He wants to leave with his girl, who he will never leave. No one can understand what he has been through, but he tries to explain his trouble to everyone that goes by him. In stanza two he talks about how he is finally free, but he has a lot of pressure on him. Some of this pressure is from himself, because he wants to be a leader, an example for the troubled. Furthermore in stanza three he talks about himself realizing his increased age. He knows that he does not want to die from old age and wonders if anyone feels like that. He realizes that things can not go back to how they used to be and that there is no point in trying to go back. In the end he realizes that he needs to continue with his life and to forget his fears and not hold him back. Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.

 Analysis of Where the Sidewalk Ends: Throughout the poem Where the Sidewalk ends, where the sidewalk ends is a metaphor for death. Before the street begins, is when someones life first begins and "the grass grows soft and white" is imagery but also a metaphor for someone growing up without sin. Furthermore when the moon bird nests is when a person goes to bed at night. In stanza two "And the dark street winds and bends" describes the twist and turns people are thrown through in life. "We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow", lets people know that they should not rush through life, they should just take things one at a time. In addition following the chalk-white arrows is a metaphor for people following a certain path through life. In stanza three it is a reiterates what was said in stanza two. Memory By Margaret Walker I can remember wind-swept streets of cities on cold and blustery nights, on rainy days; heads under shabby felts and parasols and shoulders hunched against sharp concern; seeing hurt bewilderment on poor faces, smelling a deep and sinister unrest these brooding people cautiously caress; hearing ghostly marching on pavement stones and closing fast around their squares of hate. I can remember seeing them alone, at work, and in their tenements at home. I can remember hearing all they said: their muttering protests, their whispered oaths, and all that spells their living in distress.

Analysis of Memory:When Margert Walker describes the city, she describes it with excellent imagery, depicting the city as cold and dreary. The people are depicted as hiding shielding themselves from rain which could be a metaphor for people hiding from hurtful comments of others. She also says that the people have a hurt and bewildered look on their face. Margeret Walker then talks about how they brood and work alone, depicting them as loners or not having anyone to talk to. She then also says, " I can remember hearing all they said: theier muttering protests, their whispered oaths, and all that spells their living in distress." Here she depicts them as crying out for help, but no one listening.

Famous Poem Parody __//**T'was The Night Before Easter**//__  T’was the night before Easter and all through the town, All the people were yawning, about to lie down. All of a sudden we heard a strange sound. We looked for a flashlight to see the cold ground.

We went out the door and guess what we found. A small paper note on the muddy cold ground. What the note said was, “I have no eggs.” “They’ve all been stolen by a burglar named Greg.”

As soon as I read this, I got a good thought. I would catch the robber and foil his plot. I looked behind corners, and strolled down the block. I searched and I searched until twelve O’clock.

I looked for some clues all through the night. But the robber named Greg was no where in sight. All of a sudden I saw an egg trail. I picked up the eggs as I walked with a pail.

The egg trail, it led to an old basement door. This looked like Greg’s house but I couldn’t be sure. I opened the door and then walked down the stairs. The floor was littered with apples and pears.

“The Easter-egg crook now he must be here.” I said this because it had just become clear. All of a sudden the lights went out. I thought,” It’s a black out, of that I have no doubt.”

I heard someone coming down the creaky stairs So I quickly went to hide behind some old chairs. Then I heard Greg say, “No one will find me today”

Then all of a sudden I heard him leaving. He must have heard me quietly breathing. Then I found a flashlight and an old jar lid. I couldn’t move or I could be caught, heavens forbid.

I carved in the lid with a knife S.O.S. To Show this was the house that the robber possessed. I flashed out the window and then at a tree. Hoping, pleading a policeman might come and see.

I waited and waited but nobody came. I felt very mad, but there’s no one to blame. But then a policeman just to see My message, and reached for his belt, to retrieve his skeleton key.

Then he opened the door that led to the hall. He went to the basement, but then he stalled. He saw the robber, and then he saw me. He looked out the window and saw the oak tree.

He turned to the robber and said, “Freeze.” But the robber instead, ran with the greatest dash of speed. Then the policeman called on his cell phone. And began to realize we soon wouldn’t be alone.

On Thomas! On Mitchell! On Zach! On Nixon! On Jason! On Andrew! On Tyler! On Peter! On Mason! Chase down that burglar! Race down the block! Keep your feet pumping; this is a race to beat the clock!

Their cars chased the robber out of town. They chased the robber until he had been worn down. As they cuffed up the burglar and drove him to jail, I remembered the eggs that I had collected in my Easter pail.

I retrieved the rest of the eggs from the house. I even had to battle one from the mouth of a mouse!

I gave all the eggs to all of the town. I gave the eggs so no little ones frowned. And I was happy to say, As the jail truck took the robber named Greg out of sight, “Happy Easter to all and to all a good night!” By Mitch Faulkner.

Original Poem __**//Who You Are To Me//**__ If this was anyone but you, I don't know what I would do. You are the only one I could lie for The only one I could never really let go. You were to quick to blame a friend and now the smoke has cleared and you're at your end. You sure choose the wrong time to test me You think your sitting on the top But your really dying on the bottom I used to love my life But you've manipulated me with your games and lies You've changed me, strong to weak, buried in strife Now the connection between us is dangling over a great divide, And trying to reach it is like running a mile with your shoes untied. Am I really who you call your friend? Now as you wake up, A new day, You'll be sure to see all your friends slipping away. I say again, as I've said before : If this was anyone but you, I wouldn't know what to do.

By: Mitch Faulkner And Zach Klan.

References: [|www.cooltext.com] [|www.ijigg.com] [|www.elyrics.net] [|www.famouspoetsandpoems.com] [] [|[[http://media.photobucket.com/image/a%20day%20to%20remember/loges3320/ADayToRemember.jpg]