My body is curled like a ball,
As tears cling
to the growing sadness
In the room with moving walls.
What have I done?
Asking myself
This fatal question.
What have I now spun?
I'll perk my shoulders straight,
And gather
My growing strength
Knowing it's never too late.
I can finally see the inner light
That illuminates
My wounded soul.
Now, the walls don't feel so tight..
Suffocated with my own hands,
But all I have to do
Is let go,
So I can finally take my stand.
My message isn't too far,
Why it's projected
Through youthful eyes,
Like the savior of the north star.
Swimming in a sea
Of flying
Creatures,
I've never felt so free.
So free,
So free.
I've never felt so free.
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
My body is curled like a ball,
As tears cling
to the growing sadness
In the room with moving walls.
What have I done?
Asking myself
This fatal question.
What have I now spun?
I'll perk my shoulders straight,
And gather
My growing strength
Knowing it's never too late.
I can finally see the inner light
That illuminates
My wounded soul.
Now, the walls don't feel so tight..
Suffocated with my own hands,
But all I have to do
Is let go,
So I can finally take my stand.
My message isn't too far,
Why it's projected
Through youthful eyes,
Like the savior of the north star.
Swimming in a sea
Of flying
Creatures,
I've never felt so free.
So free,
So free.
I've never felt so free.
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