There I was standing
At the field of roses
My depression haunts me
Casting its shadow of regrets
As I try to escape this world,
I dragged my head down
As I draw near at the door
A blinding light strucked me
With all my might I looked up
And saw the spotlight turned
At the center of the universe
Stands the fairest of them all.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
There I was standing
At the field of roses
My depression haunts me
Casting its shadow of regrets
As I try to escape this world,
I dragged my head down
As I draw near at the door
A blinding light strucked me
With all my might I looked up
And saw the spotlight turned
At the center of the universe
Stands the fairest of them all.
Sometimes we all need to look up to see the good side of the world.
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