Before my eyes and tears get rusty
My happiness, my voice gets husky
Soul so weak will bleed, so trusty
Like a wind on a meadow, so dusty
My will is bound to fail it
If it'll make it, it'll make it!
I'm alone, too young to fake it
My parent's will? Will break it!
They're still going, but I stay here
I won't fear what they will see
I'm alone, too young to fake it
But if I'll make it, I'll make it!
Art: Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog by Casper David Friedrich
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🌹 Poems and Prose - what lurks in the heart 🌹
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