It was never luck
It was written
With purpose
With love
And with unstoppable grace.

He closes eyes,so wise ,so bright
Ignoring facts that shine like light
Why learn and grow?That's way too hard
Better to stay forever barred.

He builds his walls with pride and grace,
A shining king of empty space.
Oh,what a gift,he freely admits
He's trapped inside the tragedy of limits.

Hope doesn't always promise a return, Sometimes it's enough to hold your hand
For just a little while
Until the ache softens
Until your smile returns without guilt
Untill your heart feels light
Even whet it's alone.

And when the world feels heavy,
And silence grows too loud,
Remember hope's quiet hand
Is never far
It stays,
Waiting patiently
To lead you home.

I don't write when iam happy
Joy makes me dance,not think
It fills my hands with flowers
Not pens.

But sadness?
She sits me down,
Open my chest,
And spills the ink.

They left,
The world moved,
And silence sat beside me
Not as a punishment,
Bt as a reminder:
I am all I need.

Feeling everything, saying nothing
Not because I  can't ,but because I choose
But still,somehow, setting myself free.
Free from the need to be understood,
Free from the weight of proving my pain.

Even freedom aches at the end of the day,
It's wings grow tired,no more to sway.

It needs to rest ,It needs to sleep.
A gentle pause,a quiet keep.

Through the storms it flies,through the sky so wide,
Bt even freedom must slow it's stride.

In love and hope,in pain's deep sea,
There is rest ,there is peace,for even the free.