Look at how free you are,
Free from pain,
And from past scars.

They hold power over you no longer,
You are free.

The world is now in your hands,
What will you do with it?

It rains today,
For flowers to grow tomorrow.
So do not fret when your shoes are stained with mud,
For that merely means you'll soon be out of your rut,
And in a beautiful field of flowers.

Through peace there is power,
Through stillness there is strength.

A bad gateway keeps me from writing
What's on my heart,
On my mind,
And in my soul.
Could someone please let them know?

It is the end of an era.
Everything has come full circle,
And now, it is time to go.

I know it must end,
But it's easier to pretend,
That it won't.

That my heart won't break,
That my voice won't shake,
That my legs won't quake.

It's so much simpler,
To let the strife slide away,
And push that conflict back to another day.

But when all is said and done,
I know it must end,
This must someday be gone.