As time trickle down the stream,we bow down to fate, saluting the years

It is when you find yourself forgiving the hands that crushed your heart.

This world is a smoke, that refuses to ignite
constantly on a verger of damnation
a fate  bitter, even in thoughts 'it frightens  

Your father was once enticed in its  illusions
an aching experience
that he carries around  like his Shadow

Don't fall into traps of a fairytale
Indeed they allude the bare truth
That is forever hidden  in plain sight

if need be
Speak your truth, but quietly
with all its troubles
it is still a beautiful world

Thus your life is stuck with many dreaded thoughts

But a promise of hope isn't fading

It shouldn't

This is what life is
a scented flower but venomous

I was told your fate is in your own hand
But again I was taught that my fate is in God's hands

Some days I get it
other days I don't

But I do get hope
After all its the only thing I do get

The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come...

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