Maybe your little spark Just a flicker in a street light As you walking pass Maybe somebody beside you That you don't even know yet Was going to rescue your heart Maybe it's the little things you lose on the way You forget who you are So maybe take your chance tonight Cause I can see that color blue All the shade of you But you got nothing to lose Cause you're magic oh magic Burning like a shooting star Yeah you're magic oh magic Let your fire lighting the dark No matter who you are You can make it come true You got magic in you Making you waking up With no one beside you No one to get you through Maybe you're all dressed up When no one to hold you And the night's a lonely too Maybe you got to believe in all of your dreams Cause you know who you are So baby take your chance tonight Cause I can see your colors true in you That was blue Yeah you got nothing to lose Cause you're magic oh magic Burning like a shooting star Yeah you're magic oh magic Let your fire lighting the dark No matter who you are You can make it come true You got magic in you Maybe it's the little things you lose On the way you forget who you are So maybe take your chance tonight Cause I can see your colors true in you That was blue Yeah you got nothing to lose Cause you're magic oh magic Burning like a shooting star Yeah you're magic oh magic Let your fire lighting the dark No matter who you are You can make it come true You got magic in you You got magic in you
My babies were sadly murdered by my dad&bro & now unable 2hav children coz kicked babies out,so i hav 2have reborn dolls,im gonna sound daft but i damce around wiv my reborns singing along to this & dancing away lyk hell, we ❤u westlife
I want justice! Many years ago, I suffered terrible harassment in Sligo (Ireland). I didn’t know why. I didn’t know if someone spread malicious rumour about me, committed a crime… If it was defamation, specifically libel... From people I heard words, which only sick criminal would be able to say it. That’s why I went to the guards twice and told them that I felt harassed and wanted to know why. I asked them to tell me if there was something I didn’t know about. I told them that I wanted to press charges and send the criminals to jail, but they didn’t tell me anything. I explained that if there was some kind of gossip being spread or anything else, by not informing me, they were helping to commit further crimes against me, what from the perspective of criminal law constitutes a crime itself. From the perspective of criminal law, public law, and international law, in this kind of circumstances the state is responsible and therefore 'committing the crime,' which incriminates their fellow citizens. I tried to ask everyone if there was something I should know, but I couldn’t find out why I was being treated this way. Harassment is called a crime of hate. "If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us." "A man always finds it easiest to blame others for the faults he himself possesses." And Jesus in the Bible says: “How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.” Every day for all these years, I feel murdered. I feel that someone damaged my reputation, destroyed every aspect of my life: social life, family life, professional life, career. I feel like people declined me my basic human rights: right to dignity, right to privacy and freedom from attacks on honour and reputation, right to find husband and have a family, right to belief in whatever I want to and freedom of thought, conscience and religion, freedom from torture and cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment. I believe that God is the greatest artist in the world because He created everything. Peace comes from God. He encourages people to like and care for each other. The devil cannot create anything on his own; he simply is not creative. That’s why he is jealous and creates everything that is in opposition to God’s creation. War comes from the devil; he makes people hate others. He’s like a monkey, trying to copy God’s creation in a completely opposite way. Please note that: "The word is a sword of God, forged not in steel but in truth, cleaving through darkness to reveal light, and wielded by the righteous to guard against falsehood." In stark contrast, “words of gossip, defamation, and harassment are the tools of the devil-sharp yet deceitful. They carve wounds into innocence, planting seeds of discord that blossom into bitterness. To speak ill without cause is to wield a twisted blade, one that poisons both the listener and the speaker, spreading darkness and corruption." I believe that all people are equal, regardless of their social position or the condition of their bank account, simply because we all have a heart. We love and are loved by others. It doesn’t matter how many people love you, because that’s something we cannot measure. Some people have money, while others have great intelligence and talents. However, in society, everyone has some talent, and we need each other. To me, criminals are empty, cold, dark corpses without souls or hearts. They might wear shiny black armour, looking like knights, but they are merely slaves of the devil. And I have the right to see them this way! I wouldn’t commit suicide, because I want to send those who committed manslaughter against me to prison! I’m surprised that, everywhere in the world, I hear comments like 'Derulo' and 'X Factor' when I pass by strangers. It seems impossible, irrational, and illogical, but unfortunately, in this world, anything is possible-especially when we think about criminals in the music industry, like R. Kelly or the charges against Puff Daddy. That’s why I’m asking, did they commit crime on me in some way…?! I want to know. Give me the evidence. Please give me their heads on the silver tray! I want justice! And if they did something, they should act like men and tell me face to face! Kind regards, Agnieszka Figurska Email: Agnieszka.Figurska24@wp.pl “Valley of lilac” Agnieszka Figurska Chapter 1 (fragment of the chapter) Chapter I "Childhood" The pounding of hooves rose into the air like a massive storm cloud. The sky grew somber. It darkened with a menacing shroud of madness, tightening around the throats of the deceived crowd, expressing its displeasure with a bright, thunderous lightning bolt. The underground corridors of the abyss opened wide, and from them crawled out all the creatures, like hornets, bearing terror in their wake. The earth shook violently. A great, invincible armada now races toward the edge of the world. The army of iron knights gleaming with a dark luster. A shadow, stained with blood, obscures the horizon beyond recognition. It is near, wandering through the vastness. A murderous order has already been given, so it hastens, rushing toward the small, nearby inn... * Witomeda awoke suddenly with a scream, paralysed by an inexplicable fear. She looked around the bedroom with a wild gaze and quickly woke her husband. ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked in surprise, yawning and barely opening his eyes. ‘They are close, they are already coming for us. I feel it; I saw it.’ She wailed pitifully, her face contorted, gesticulating wildly as she pulled herself out of bed. Throwing a woollen shawl over her shoulders, she made her way to the window with difficulty. ‘I can’t see them; they are not here yet,’ she said, feeling her heart tighten. Resigned, with sunken cheeks, she turned towards Perepotiusz. ‘Get up, we have to pack and flee. We must take the chi...’ She abruptly fell silent when the space was filled with a sudden, dull knock. Marika opened the creaking door slightly, not waiting for permission. ‘Hurry, they are already on their way. The army of Nafutej is near. There’s no time to lose; get dressed and run, I’ll go for the child,’ the old woman declared in a decisive, no-nonsense tone. Then, slamming the door shut abruptly, she hurried down the stairs. The clatter of her shoes in the hushed quiet of the inn seemed so loud now. She finally reached her granddaughter’s room. In haste, she grabbed a travel bag, stuffed a few clothes into it. Taking the girl in her arms, she wrapped her tightly in the child’s woollen coat. Her head swam as her blood rushing with anxiety. Cold fear chilled the woman. ‘They’re already here! She said to herself. Then she nervously glanced around the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a small, inconspicuous door that Tycjana had shown her a long time ago. She looked at the sleeping little one and, hoping that her daughter and son-in-law had escaped in time, she started to tread down the dark, dusty corridor filled with dampness. She lit her way with a small, rusty lamp she pulled from a cobweb-covered wall. After a short while, she emerged from the dark tunnel. She was on the outskirts of the ermine forest, and a shield of rotten green leaves hid her from the watchful eyes of the wicked warriors. They stopped in front of the inn, tying their cold, steel steeds to the low railing surrounding the courtyard. Then, like a dark wave, they poured inside. A moment later, they came out with two hostages. They were in shock, beaten, and shoved. Perepotiusz hadn’t had time to fasten the hastily thrown-on shirt, and the tops of his boots barely covered his bare feet. Their cries and sobs mingled with the arrogant shouts of their persecutors. Liljana woke up suddenly. Her cautious grandmother placed a finger to her lips, demanding absolute silence. The girl opened her sad, large eyes wider and watched her parents, frozen under the yoke of fear, with a gaze full of sorrow. Her heart yearned for them, her soul ran to them. But she caught herself in time and only screamed soundlessly inside. Squinting, she tried to convince herself that this was just a bad dream, a strange vision. With deep pain, Liljana and her grandmother watched as the soldiers beat and pushed the two people dearest to them. They were demanding answers about something. Although they couldn’t hear what it was, Marika knew well that it was about her and little Liljana. ‘It’s for her that Trykon sent them,’ Marika muttered, looking at her granddaughter with eyes full of love. The black knights didn’t waste time. The tallest of them struck Witomeda in the face with a thick, spiked glove. Blood spurted from her in a rotten crimson arc, flooding her face, and tainted with a wicked spell, it spread over her body until, when it reached her heart, the woman turned to stone. Her husband, seeing this, tried to protest pitifully; in fury, he began to blindly punch the black, iron knights. His efforts, however, were in vain, and one of them knocked him to the ground with a powerful kick, then drove a vicious, double-edged sword into him. At that moment, the girl burst into tears, feeling a pain indescribable in words. Their broken souls watched in silence as the executioners, with a great and terrible crash, threw the heavy figure of the woman onto a rotting wooden cart, leaving the corpse sprawled in the road. Then they set fire to the inn and, in the muffled chaos of the commotion, rode away. *
Looking forward to this on tour!
LOVE THE BACKGROUND COLOURS, WESTLIFE FOREVER, LOVE ❤ YOU GUYS
Beautiful song and,lyrics ❤️⭐⭐⭐❤️
Ohh The Magic Com yey😃👌👍 ❤️ Of Song
Cant stop this song i am addicted.
THANK YOU!
Maybe your little spark
Just a flicker in a street light
As you walking pass
Maybe somebody beside you
That you don't even know yet
Was going to rescue your heart
Maybe it's the little things you lose on the way
You forget who you are
So maybe take your chance tonight
Cause I can see that color blue
All the shade of you
But you got nothing to lose
Cause you're magic oh magic
Burning like a shooting star
Yeah you're magic oh magic
Let your fire lighting the dark
No matter who you are
You can make it come true
You got magic in you
Making you waking up
With no one beside you
No one to get you through
Maybe you're all dressed up
When no one to hold you
And the night's a lonely too
Maybe you got to believe in all of your dreams
Cause you know who you are
So baby take your chance tonight
Cause I can see your colors true in you
That was blue
Yeah you got nothing to lose
Cause you're magic oh magic
Burning like a shooting star
Yeah you're magic oh magic
Let your fire lighting the dark
No matter who you are
You can make it come true
You got magic in you
Maybe it's the little things you lose
On the way you forget who you are
So maybe take your chance tonight
Cause I can see your colors true in you
That was blue
Yeah you got nothing to lose
Cause you're magic oh magic
Burning like a shooting star
Yeah you're magic oh magic
Let your fire lighting the dark
No matter who you are
You can make it come true
You got magic in you
You got magic in you
Yes.
The chorus reminded me about Sugar - Maroon 5 but I really like it :D
My favourite song on the new album! Definitely should be a single! Sounds like a magical Disney song. Lol @westlife #westlife
Lovely
😍😍😍😘😘
🌠🌠
Revive
My babies were sadly murdered by my dad&bro & now unable 2hav children coz kicked babies out,so i hav 2have reborn dolls,im gonna sound daft but i damce around wiv my reborns singing along to this & dancing away lyk hell, we ❤u westlife
I want justice!
Many years ago, I suffered terrible harassment in Sligo (Ireland). I didn’t know why. I didn’t know if someone spread malicious rumour about me, committed a crime… If it was defamation, specifically libel... From people I heard words, which only sick criminal would be able to say it. That’s why I went to the guards twice and told them that I felt harassed and wanted to know why. I asked them to tell me if there was something I didn’t know about. I told them that I wanted to press charges and send the criminals to jail, but they didn’t tell me anything. I explained that if there was some kind of gossip being spread or anything else, by not informing me, they were helping to commit further crimes against me, what from the perspective of criminal law constitutes a crime itself. From the perspective of criminal law, public law, and international law, in this kind of circumstances the state is responsible and therefore 'committing the crime,' which incriminates their fellow citizens. I tried to ask everyone if there was something I should know, but I couldn’t find out why I was being treated this way.
Harassment is called a crime of hate. "If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us." "A man always finds it easiest to blame others for the faults he himself possesses."
And Jesus in the Bible says: “How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.”
Every day for all these years, I feel murdered. I feel that someone damaged my reputation, destroyed every aspect of my life: social life, family life, professional life, career. I feel like people declined me my basic human rights: right to dignity, right to privacy and freedom from attacks on honour and reputation, right to find husband and have a family, right to belief in whatever I want to and freedom of thought, conscience and religion, freedom from torture and cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment.
I believe that God is the greatest artist in the world because He created everything. Peace comes from God. He encourages people to like and care for each other.
The devil cannot create anything on his own; he simply is not creative. That’s why he is jealous and creates everything that is in opposition to God’s creation. War comes from the devil; he makes people hate others. He’s like a monkey, trying to copy God’s creation in a completely opposite way.
Please note that: "The word is a sword of God, forged not in steel but in truth, cleaving through darkness to reveal light, and wielded by the righteous to guard against falsehood." In stark contrast, “words of gossip, defamation, and harassment are the tools of the devil-sharp yet deceitful. They carve wounds into innocence, planting seeds of discord that blossom into bitterness. To speak ill without cause is to wield a twisted blade, one that poisons both the listener and the speaker, spreading darkness and corruption."
I believe that all people are equal, regardless of their social position or the condition of their bank account, simply because we all have a heart. We love and are loved by others. It doesn’t matter how many people love you, because that’s something we cannot measure. Some people have money, while others have great intelligence and talents. However, in society, everyone has some talent, and we need each other.
To me, criminals are empty, cold, dark corpses without souls or hearts. They might wear shiny black armour, looking like knights, but they are merely slaves of the devil. And I have the right to see them this way!
I wouldn’t commit suicide, because I want to send those who committed manslaughter against me to prison!
I’m surprised that, everywhere in the world, I hear comments like 'Derulo' and 'X Factor' when I pass by strangers. It seems impossible, irrational, and illogical, but unfortunately, in this world, anything is possible-especially when we think about criminals in the music industry, like R. Kelly or the charges against Puff Daddy.
That’s why I’m asking, did they commit crime on me in some way…?! I want to know. Give me the evidence. Please give me their heads on the silver tray! I want justice!
And if they did something, they should act like men and tell me face to face!
Kind regards,
Agnieszka Figurska
Email: Agnieszka.Figurska24@wp.pl
“Valley of lilac”
Agnieszka Figurska
Chapter 1 (fragment of the chapter)
Chapter I "Childhood"
The pounding of hooves rose into the air like a massive storm cloud. The sky grew somber. It darkened with a menacing shroud of madness, tightening around the throats of the deceived crowd, expressing its displeasure with a bright, thunderous lightning bolt. The underground corridors of the abyss opened wide, and from them crawled out all the creatures, like hornets, bearing terror in their wake. The earth shook violently. A great, invincible armada now races toward the edge of the world. The army of iron knights gleaming with a dark luster. A shadow, stained with blood, obscures the horizon beyond recognition. It is near, wandering through the vastness. A murderous order has already been given, so it hastens, rushing toward the small, nearby inn...
*
Witomeda awoke suddenly with a scream, paralysed by an inexplicable fear. She looked around the bedroom with a wild gaze and quickly woke her husband.
‘What’s the matter?’ he asked in surprise, yawning and barely opening his eyes.
‘They are close, they are already coming for us. I feel it; I saw it.’ She wailed pitifully, her face contorted, gesticulating wildly as she pulled herself out of bed. Throwing a woollen shawl over her shoulders, she made her way to the window with difficulty.
‘I can’t see them; they are not here yet,’ she said, feeling her heart tighten. Resigned, with sunken cheeks, she turned towards Perepotiusz. ‘Get up, we have to pack and flee. We must take the chi...’ She abruptly fell silent when the space was filled with a sudden, dull knock. Marika opened the creaking door slightly, not waiting for permission.
‘Hurry, they are already on their way. The army of Nafutej is near. There’s no time to lose; get dressed and run, I’ll go for the child,’ the old woman declared in a decisive, no-nonsense tone. Then, slamming the door shut abruptly, she hurried down the stairs. The clatter of her shoes in the hushed quiet of the inn seemed so loud now. She finally reached her granddaughter’s room. In haste, she grabbed a travel bag, stuffed a few clothes into it. Taking the girl in her arms, she wrapped her tightly in the child’s woollen coat. Her head swam as her blood rushing with anxiety. Cold fear chilled the woman. ‘They’re already here! She said to herself. Then she nervously glanced around the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a small, inconspicuous door that Tycjana had shown her a long time ago. She looked at the sleeping little one and, hoping that her daughter and son-in-law had escaped in time, she started to tread down the dark, dusty corridor filled with dampness. She lit her way with a small, rusty lamp she pulled from a cobweb-covered wall. After a short while, she emerged from the dark tunnel. She was on the outskirts of the ermine forest, and a shield of rotten green leaves hid her from the watchful eyes of the wicked warriors.
They stopped in front of the inn, tying their cold, steel steeds to the low railing surrounding the courtyard. Then, like a dark wave, they poured inside. A moment later, they came out with two hostages. They were in shock, beaten, and shoved. Perepotiusz hadn’t had time to fasten the hastily thrown-on shirt, and the tops of his boots barely covered his bare feet. Their cries and sobs mingled with the arrogant shouts of their persecutors. Liljana woke up suddenly. Her cautious grandmother placed a finger to her lips, demanding absolute silence. The girl opened her sad, large eyes wider and watched her parents, frozen under the yoke of fear, with a gaze full of sorrow. Her heart yearned for them, her soul ran to them. But she caught herself in time and only screamed soundlessly inside. Squinting, she tried to convince herself that this was just a bad dream, a strange vision.
With deep pain, Liljana and her grandmother watched as the soldiers beat and pushed the two people dearest to them. They were demanding answers about something. Although they couldn’t hear what it was, Marika knew well that it was about her and little Liljana. ‘It’s for her that Trykon sent them,’ Marika muttered, looking at her granddaughter with eyes full of love. The black knights didn’t waste time. The tallest of them struck Witomeda in the face with a thick, spiked glove. Blood spurted from her in a rotten crimson arc, flooding her face, and tainted with a wicked spell, it spread over her body until, when it reached her heart, the woman turned to stone. Her husband, seeing this, tried to protest pitifully; in fury, he began to blindly punch the black, iron knights. His efforts, however, were in vain, and one of them knocked him to the ground with a powerful kick, then drove a vicious, double-edged sword into him. At that moment, the girl burst into tears, feeling a pain indescribable in words. Their broken souls watched in silence as the executioners, with a great and terrible crash, threw the heavy figure of the woman onto a rotting wooden cart, leaving the corpse sprawled in the road. Then they set fire to the inn and, in the muffled chaos of the commotion, rode away.
*