Jul 2020
2020 now
It feels like we are slowly making it to the other side we’ve received cuts and bruises but now we have reached a meadow, there’s still thorns but they don’t hurt as much as we look upon the flowers of our growth and can see the lush grass that awaits called hope
Though the thorns of pain are all but dead and gone we see the blue sky of a future yet to come -pain has choked us but we won’t let it destroy and like a flower we will bloom again so turn your face towards the sun! There’s a brighter future to come
It feels like we are slowly making it to the other side we’ve received cuts and bruises but now we have reached a meadow, there’s still thorns but they don’t hurt as much as we look upon the flowers of our growth and can see the lush grass that awaits called hope
Though the thorns of pain are all but dead and gone we see the blue sky of a future yet to come -pain has choked us but we won’t let it destroy and like a flower we will bloom again so turn your face towards the sun! There’s a brighter future to come
