Every night,
As I lay and fall asleep,
I hear the most beautiful songs,
And I weep.
Not for those whose lives are great,
But for those whose lives are a debate,
Between giving up, and dying,
Or standing up tall, and flying.
Soar across the sky like an eagle,
And realize this life isn't meaningless,
Or sad.
It's exactly what you make it,
And most of us have yet to realize,
How strong we are,
and how well we can take it.
As my favorite band instructor always said, "Fake it, till you make it"
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Showered in Poetry
ŞiirA small list of short poems I wrote, or thought about, in my head while in the shower. I hope you all enjoy!
