The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads, it eats away
Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be,
The mistakes they made in their life.
Oh, if only they could see
That you cannot change what happened,
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how much you think about it,
No matter how much you cry.
Because the past is the past for a reason.
It's been, and now it is gone,
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
It's done, it's unchangeable; move on.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I w
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
Life and death; without one there cannot be the other.
For some, it's short, but they liv
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but
Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first
Can there be anything more lovely
Then the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmerin
Didn't want a battle,
Yet you declared war,
Each knock you gave me made me strong
