Inside myself I feel ashiver
from things I must express
I write myself courageous words
to free me from the past
While I build this brand new life
it's too easy to go astray
with only myself to tell me
to get to work today
I do not want sympathy
it doesn't help at all
but my life is such a mystery
where will the pieces fall
Ten years from now
I will recall
these days of work and tears
knowing that I had to face
each one of my fears
The mirror does reflect to me
the passage of this time
What kind of future will I build?
The answer is divine.
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