41. In Good Time...
Life can seem an endless maze,
The twists and turns, lulls and delays,
But things always fall into place...
In good time.
Life can seem an endless maze,
The twists and turns, lulls and delays,
But things always fall into place...
In good time.
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I was just an innocent child, so pure and so fragile,
Unaware of the darkness lurking, ready to defile.
Trapped under evils' demise, in a world so vile,
Where shadows danced with malice, leaving me frozen in fear.
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If you love somebody with your heart, soul, and mind,
Every road to adventure is one of a kind.
Though the road may be rugged and your spirits are high,
Still the sun seems to shine on the loved ones going by.
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This, too, will pass.
O heart, say it over and over,
Out of your deepest sorrow,
out of your deepest grief,
Floating, heart askew
In the dark, deep tunnel of nothing
Claw with every cell of me
Reach out for anger, greed, sorrow
I believe the beating in our hearts
was put there to remind us
that even when we feel alone in the world,
a part of us marches on,
In every walk you take
There will always be a bad day.
When tears kept flowing
From failures and disappointments,
How hard it is to heal a broken heart.
Everything seems so dark,
And it seems like the stars even lost their spark.
Loneliness just pulled me apart.
You get through the bad days
because you have no other choice.
There is nothing else you can do
but hold tightly to your smile
In some people's pretty eyes
There's a great painful disguise,
Disguise that dressed their lonely heart
With devastating cuts that ever hurt.
However many tough things we go through
Or any regret we can't undo,
Please know I will be here.
Even far away, I will still be near.
baby, during the nights when the midnight sky
falls heavily onto your bones and wraps you
in its melancholic embrace
Of this I am certain:
your heart is a tender
wound that will always heal,
wears grace like a grown,
If you could see beyond your weeping tears,
To where the sunshine sparkles once again,
Then would those drops of pain be free from fears,
And you'd recall that gardens need the rain.