Logline: Right in Any Light is a romance in which headstrong, newly-divorced Liza Foster has breast cancer and refuses to let society measure her by her cup size. She meets a much younger photographer/skank-whisperer, who would for the right woman, leave his bad-boy past behind in a flash. When a sexy photo shoot brings them together, Liza finds herself falling back in love with life and herself. Will a temporary move to a foreign country for alternative medical treatment tear these two apart, or in the end, will they discover love heals all?
Think: Nights in Rodanthe meets Silver Linings Playbook meets Under the Tuscan Sun.
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I’ve got to win.
This is bigger than me, so I’ve got to win.
I’m in last place…
the course lasts a lifetime…but I have no time.
This is bigger than me, so I’ve got to win.
My opponents are quick…doubt, fear, anger, sadness…
the list goes on…they have a game plan too…
they stick together, blocking my way.
This is bigger than me, so I’ve got to win.
My feet can’t keep up the pace, so I stumble and fall…
I lay there in tears…got to get back in the race…
my opponents taunt me, keeping me down…
If I lose this race, I will fail.
This is bigger than me, so I’ve got to win.
A hand reaches down to me…I take hold to pull myself up…
On my feet, I hear a whisper in my ear…
“Never Give Up”.
I may have fallen down, but I got back up…
I will fall several more times in this race…
but I know the hand will be there to help me to my feet.
This is bigger than me, so I’ve got to win.
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Play you noted Lyricists!
Let not your lyrics be missed!
Your silence is the frequency,
Enticed by a laced melody
Condemned in a rhythmic spell
Only time will really tell
Your lyrical harmony
Etched in life’s symphony
Oh, Hail! Or Hale! Kings of speech!
May your words reign or rain on minds inpeach
Let knowledge rule as you teach
You are to blame for the popular fiction
And the lost hip hop depiction
Your vowel movement is the mission
As they are turning to wrong station
So arise oh sons of scribes!
Let not fame be your weakening bribes
The mystery is your story is still empty
But the words to be written are plenty
I plant thee in the soil of possibility
Growing history in eternity
Let the acclaimed awaiting your spark, put page to flame,
Illuminating the shame where fiction is no longer fame
Arise masters of word!
The creators of a new world.
Your potency is cryptic avalanche in dormant
To awaken minds with your content
With an earth shattering rumble you move earth with your stumble
Tripping all over yourself to cause a rampage and turn a page marked in history
That leads to the bread crumbs of destiny, displaying your self-mastery
Oh again rise blood line of prophets!
Be not sold out by profits.
Your words intertwine the future with the past
As ignorance over knowledge shall never be surpassed
So your prophecies can be for the youth’s benefits
And lost in the realm of the elder’s forfeit
While bleeding your ink work, flooding the stage
Flowing ears steadily from age to age
I say rage warrior of the Pens!
This is the age when ignorance ends.
As wielders of the pen die by the pen are heard
Cutting and stabbing the paper in furry blurred
Let those pens bleed till society flood
Cleansing it with its righteous blood
To awaken other giants from their slumber
Killing silence’s winter into summer
Where ignorance is not left to its own device
Only your golden silence should be an adequate price
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