Try I may to stand like the mountain
But when the same winds push on me
I will undoubtedly fall
With every fall as the leaves change brown
I will get back on my feet with a smile
And never once with a frown
And when next the bell tolls
The clouds will roll in
I will taste the rains
And inside I'll fill up with pain
But I remember when last the clouds rolled in
And I turned into sin
That the clouds dispersed
And a bright light shone through
A warm radiance
And a strong desire
To live life just like you
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I'm positive that I'm the only person I need to love
PoesíaA journey of self discovery and self worth Some wants and needs All positive underneath the surface
