When one day, I finally find peace,
In a world so small, the darknes around you caves,
The music sounds so soflty in your ears,
As the Priest in the back mourns the death of your life
Not the life that you had before, but the one that happened inside your dreams
Where you could soar away without a care in the world
Where you lived inside nothing and everything was fine
Where there was no pain because you were ashes in both worlds
One day, when I finally found peace,
You cried and sung songs about sadness and lies,
But they were all in disguise and threats and fear
For what happened as one could soar away from all
Soaring, the definition so vast
That it may not be real to understand what it means
Until you finally soar, the day you leave your mind
From all the pain and the fear, you'll take off away
Alone, empty, dead and surpassed
The thing for the living, for your mortal past
And now as you're soaring you realize today
That what made you fear then is what keeps you soaring
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Footprints
PoetryMy third collection of poetry about everything that life may throw at us. Love, sadness, death...