Hold on tight and never carve your hope and faith in wood
Because that old wood is made to burn
For you will never see the flame or smell the smoke
And the world will let regret go on and on
Smiling as it turns
A soul will continue to ache until it disentangles itself
From all the players it beholds
Who even from childhood stung with words
That could fill a heart with sadness
Make your blood run cold
If someone told you to forget all your dreams
That you are nothing, a nobody
Would that old sun just stop shining above
And your world be dark with shadows
Only, if you let it be
Do not let the words of some steal your skies
Always know this one thing
If you hold on tight to faith and hope
Carved deep in precious stone
You can do anything
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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