[The tears are drying, no more sobbing.]
By fire Rise
The tears are drying, no more sobbing. Each kleenex more is one more sorrow disappering into soft paper. Through the rain in my eyes, I can see tommorow. Looking brighter and greater than a few kleenexes ago. The whole world shifts and the sun shines in my window. The colors are radiant and bright. It enlightens my view. He made scars that will last forever, But most damage can be repaired. I will be strong, I will pick myslef up agian and tred on. I am a wall of bricks. I can be painted on, have rocks thrown at me, be pushed and pulled as much as they desire, But I will stand strong. My strength grows wings to fly upon! I will fly with wings so pure and radiant that I will sail out of thier reach! For as much as they try to pull me down I am on top! Flying on my wings I can see tommorow, and it looks like a bright and sunny day!Don't really understand this myself..I was just feeling happy Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 03:50 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"The tears are drying, no more sobbing. ..."