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.
I wanna start fresh...
and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,<
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And
