Liberate ones soul, not to cry for it.
Children are running free, beyond this land and into the clouds.
Through the dreams we hold, and into the memories we keep.
We live our life the way it should be, passing each day with uncertainty in our hands.
With this life where do we stand, with this path were do we go from.
With a small choice we made, means a colossal change in our life bound its way.
We kept our loves ones and friends, we only wish for their comfort and warmth.
Yet destiny is still unknowingly looming above our head, with each and passing nights and days.
We give so much to this world, yet what do we give back to ourselves.
Only weariness stays with those who can’t seem to see the way, only light shines to those who believe.
Just like another page been fold, it only shows greases on every pages.
Will we ever learn to trust ourselves nor do we trust others who we think they care, and what of those who we live to die for and heave.
No comments:
Post a Comment