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Lifes power we all possess. With whimpering voices we complain. All can come crashing down on us. The anger can open a whole new world. The hurt and pain of yesterday can mean knowlage for tomorrow. The whimpering voices that complain with no effect. The spirit of lifes past. Cascading down like a cloud too heavy, smothering your heart with new aspects. Dreams of the past will fade. Open up to shine with reality. See the light for lifes future to appear without fear. Real is what you should be, to live in reality. Push back that darkness, see the light of the future with me. So let go of the whimpering voices. Don't let them crush your hopes and dreams. Let's open our hearts and minds to reality. If only we could cry out in voice instead of in our minds. Lifes faults would no longer be blind. We are like a book but blank in between the lines. Words not spoken of really what's on our minds. Always crying out for that lost time. Walls of hopelessness building up around us. Only broken by spoken secrets of lifes past. Unsettled in lifes faults it won't last. |
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