A Prideful Man's Daughter

A prideful man was here today.

He left his footprints in concrete.

Although he thought he was making his own way ,

he was also making a way for me.

The places he went were filled with sadness

and the stench of an angry heart was always around.

His rage filled life allowed other unhapy men to feed off of this.

The poor man assumed what was lost could never again be found.

Now that man is sitting in his only chair.

He waits in pain for the new day to come.

He lives recklessly and with out a care,

just chasing an empty life with each new rising sun.

I am this pitiful man's daughter you see,

so everything he does and every mistake he makes will effect me.

Songs

I write a little song.
It sounds like little singing birds.
You could sing along.
You don't have to get it right as long as you are heard.

A voice is like an ocean.
It has so many faces.
It can be calm and suddenly set in an angry motion.
One voice can fill up a million spaces.

The only thing worse then an angry voice is silence.
It can change our whole lives.
It can change peace into violence.
It can make lives struggle where they would once thrive.

So please sing this song loudly.
If you don't do it for you, do it for me.

Sonnet

Ok so pretty much I cant explain a sonnet to you other then the rhyme scheme. So I'll give you a link to a deffinition on wikipedia if you really want to know. But I'm pretty sure I can write them ok.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet