Alia's Inspiration Notebook

[Alia Beaudouin]

A Book For My Dearest Alia, With love, Dad. Property Of: Rayt Nyson Ascaria Beaudouin Alia Beaudouin Explanation : This is a notebook given from Alia's parents to Alia, in which she keeps all her monologues, scripts, songs, and stories. Many entrees are written by her parents, others are written by Alia herself. The difference in handwriting defines who is writing the page. The notebook is a thick, leather-bound book with an eagle engraved on the front and a series of swirls and loops scattered across the back cover. Alia has written her name on the first page, just below her parent's names. Cover: Pg. 1

[Alia Beaudouin]

Winter Night The stinging air, Things creeping along, Creatures brought into the light, A voice, it rings And a song someone sings, Once upon a Winter Night A stranger’s call Down a moon lit hall Shadow creatures, Floating along, Hiding from the light, A voice, it rings And a song someone sings, Once upon a Winter Night Far away, distant speech I hear the mountains cry Wind Reach calls My heart falls Once upon a Winter Night A voice, it rings And a song someone sings, Once upon a Winter Night

[Alia Beaudouin]

Untitled You've been roaming all these years Wondering where the time has gone Old and grey, stories show for all to see Taking chances, giving your heart Wishing on every shooting star You gave until there was nothing left to give We were the best of friends Now we’re on opposite ends An ocean of doubts bigger than the Suvan sea I swear on my life What I say, it isn’t lies Why can’t you see You don't know anything, You stand in front of me Old and grey, you've seen Too many things for your age Taking chances, giving your heart Wishing on every shooting star You gave until there was nothing left to give You’ve been lost all these years Wading through a river of tears Bad memories, coming back to haunt you I wish you would stay Just listen to what I say I promise what I said is true The shadows swallow up my doubt The fog muffles all my shouts Why don't you see me as I run. Taking chances, giving your heart Wishing on every shooting star You gave until there was nothing left to give

[Alia Beaudouin]

Path up to yesterday You walked a path right up to yesterday Filling your heart with regret I wonder if you’re feeling the same way Because my feelings have been set But really, who am I To go around leaving scars Whats important isn’t brightness It’s whats inside the star You walked a path right up to yesterday Making it hard to fall asleep I wonder if you’re dreaming too, now Because I’m getting tired Tired of counting sheep But really, who am I To go around saying names What’s important isn’t changing It’s staying just the same But really, who am I To go around pointing blame What’s important isn’t seeking It’s finding why you came

[Alia Beaudouin]

As it seems I’d really like to believe These wonderful, crazy dreams The ones where I hate to be awake Chasing the dark away Where the shadows stay I always stare but no one believes me The further you climb the harder you fall It doesn't take long before there’s nothing left at all Secrets hidden behind the waterfall These monsters that haunt my dreams They are not really as they seem Maybe they are just worries in disguise This is my mountain I must climb on my own These are my fears that I need to face alone Empty bottles and broken dreams Everything is never as it seems It’s funny that you still can’t see I would laugh if it wasn’t so hard to breathe Nothing ever changes on its own Things may just look the same But life may rearrange If you give it just a little push I never imagined I'd come so far With my mind riddled with so many scars I hope I'll never forget to stay awake

[Alia Beaudouin]

Dance Along The world has it’s own tune Why don’t you dance along The stars and the sky Sing the world’s song The world is full of knowledge But no one’s truly wise I hope you get my message See the world through my eyes The world has it’s own tune Why don’t you dance along The stars and the sky Sing the world’s song Living in a war zone Battered and bruised I wish you didn’t have to stay Your life unimproved The world has it’s own tune Why don’t you dance along The stars and the sky Sing the world’s song Come and join me Mizahar will dance along The stars and the sky Will let you sing their song

[Alia Beaudouin]

The Eagle and the Chicken There once was a man who raised a bountiful number of chickens, day after day he would feed them, care for them, and collect their eggs. Day after day, the same thing. But one day, the man grew tired of this routine, so he went out into the forests to find new adventures. The man came across a lone nest that had fallen from its tree. It was full of large, perfect eggs that mystified the man. He stole one of the treasures and brought it back to his home. When he got home he put the egg in with the chickens he kept in the yard. The mother hen, with her modest and kind nature, warmed the egg, calling it special not strange, so she atop this magnificent egg and couldn’t have been prouder. Sure enough, some weeks later, from the egg emerged healthy egret, full of energy and light. And as is in the nature of chickens, they didn't balk at the stranger in their midst and raised the majestic bird as one of their own. So the eagle grew up beside his chicken siblings. He learned to act like a chicken, speak like a chicken. It believed resolutely and absolutely it was a chicken. One day, late in its life, the eagle-who-thought-he-was-a-chicken happened to look up at the sky. High overhead, soaring majestically and effortlessly on the wind with scarcely a single beat of its powerful golden wings, was an eagle! "What's that?!" cried the old eagle in awe. "It's magnificent! So much power and grace! It's beautiful!" "That's an eagle” replied a nearby chicken, "That's the King of the Birds. It's a bird of the air... not for the likes of us. We’re only chickens, we're birds of the earth". With that, they all cast their eyes downwards once more and continued digging in the dirt. And so it was that the eagle lived and died a chicken... because that's all it believed itself to be. Credit

[Alia Beaudouin]

Will The Circle Be Unbroken? There are loved ones in the glory Whose dear forms you often miss. When you close your earthly story, Will you join them in their bliss? Will the circle be unbroken By and by, by and by? Is a better home awaiting In the sky, in the sky? In the joyous days of childhood Oft they told of wondrous love Pointed to the dying Saviour Now they dwell with Him above. Will the circle be unbroken By and by, by and by? Is a better home awaiting In the sky, in the sky? You remember songs of heaven Which you sang with childish voice. Do you love the hymns they taught you, Or are songs of earth your choice? Will the circle be unbroken By and by, by and by? Is a better home awaiting In the sky, in the sky? You can picture happy gathering Round the fireside long ago, And you think of tearful partings When they left you here below. Will the circle be unbroken By and by, by and by? Is a better home awaiting In the sky, in the sky? One by one their seats were emptied. One by one they went away. Now the family is parted. Will it be complete one day? Song : Songcloud Link