"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
