Once upon a dream
I have been freed
I've flown and fall and
The falls didn't hurt me
I've fought and saved..
Justice was easy to do
Because beliefs were set
And true.
But I woke up,
No heroine in the mirror
Just a plain old girl
Full of scars and doubt
Because falls leave marks
And fighting is so hard
When you're not sure of
Who you are.
And just believing
Never made it right
So I picked a red bow
Wore it on my hand
As a reminder of tries
Freedom, fights and dreams
That's the beauty of life,
You can always try again.
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Memories
PoésieFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
