Maybe my strong opinion just hasn't been heard.
I know being hopeful won't surprise the night,
For the daytime is when you fell.
But, a "ruined" story will be more real when you
don't
end
it.
Sometimes I am hopeful through silence,
Sometimes happiness is seeing who you really are.
Sometimes words fight to save the weak,
And the strong.
Who chirp and fly are free,
Your mystery is chasing me.
