Streaks of the past
Wiped out of sight
As I open my mind
Anew
My surrenders to demons
cease with my own will
The realization of my own power
To stop these thoughts
And see life with grace
Have saved my heavy heart
The small blessings
Must be acknowledged
And misfortunes understood
For our souls to be content
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Streaks of the past
Wiped out of sight
As I open my mind
Anew
My surrenders to demons
cease with my own will
The realization of my own power
To stop these thoughts
And see life with grace
Have saved my heavy heart
The small blessings
Must be acknowledged
And misfortunes understood
For our souls to be content
