The world is a view…..
But when my thoughts become very few….
Is when the time I need to rise up and say,
Yes I can fight back again….
A little this way,a little that way…
Makes life tumble and cruise through…
And that is when I feel,
Is it all going the way it should???
I try closing the chapters of those memories…..
Hard to cut across, hard to break.
It engulfs me with a feel…
Which even my soul can never heal….
Trust is the only thing I was left with….
But it passed away with this night…
And now I’m searching for,
That morning in the Woods again with no one beside….
But when my thoughts become very few….
Is when the time I need to rise up and say,
Yes I can fight back again….
A little this way,a little that way…
Makes life tumble and cruise through…
And that is when I feel,
Is it all going the way it should???
I try closing the chapters of those memories…..
Hard to cut across, hard to break.
It engulfs me with a feel…
Which even my soul can never heal….
Trust is the only thing I was left with….
But it passed away with this night…
And now I’m searching for,
That morning in the Woods again with no one beside….
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