A weary heart with no hope of tomorrow
Such Restless soul of this angel i know
With dreary smile of such beauty
Despite engulfed with uncertainty

She keeps her doubts in seashells
For as not to release her inner rebel
Although crystal clear waters show her struggle
She’d bury it in sand with her mighty shovel

A poor angel, she’d deny to think of herself
“I’m not weak. Get a hold of yourself!”
Because despite how the waves cause her drifting
She still knows the sunset is just the beginning

For as the sun falls down the next day she will rise
And despite of any storm that will catch her by surprise
I know she will succeed for i trust her with all my heart
No agony nor affliction will ever tear her apart

Ideas flow freely
You remember you forget
They fail they succeed
How many good ideas
Have been forgotten
See the mind is a crazy thing
Its to keep you alive
Yet it harms you
Its to benefit you
Yet it makes you fail
It protects you yet
It attacks you
It is the most unknown
Yet it does everything
Its strange how much it controls
Everything really

I wanted everyone to like me
without giving them a reason to

I wanted them to like me
without even trying to change their view

I wanted to be good,
without doing a good deed

I wanted to succeed
but to grow,
you need to first plant the seed.

Come what may
on that day
win or lose
you will choose
what to do
and be true
to your word
as you heard
in your mind
of that kind.

When it comes
do the sums
to find out
all about
what the cost
'ere it's lost
will then be
so you'll see
if you can
that time span.

Take a risk
be not frisk
with the time
of your prime
otherwise
you'll surmise
and be left
seen bereft
without scope
of that hope
you will need
to succeed.
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