Though you are troubled,
do not be defeated by this plight,
for even the birds sometimes sing,
in the deepest, darkest of nights,
There is a song of hope,
even in the absence of light,
when the world seems its darkest,
is when dreams take flight,
For when you are tired,
down and careworn,
in the core of your mind,
budding new thoughts will form,
They will relieve you of your worries,
your doubts and your fears,
A new day will arrive,
and dry out your tears,
And as the new day is born,
and the night fully passes,
your torn, tattered spirit,
will rise from the ashes,
Strong and eduring,
new trials will appear,
but now you know
never to fear,
For there is a litte phoenix in all of us
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 10:23 AM UTC
Though you are troubled,
do not be defeated by this plight,
for even the birds sometimes sing,
in the deepest, darkest of nights,
There is a song of hope,
even in the absence of light,
when the world seems its darkest,
is when dreams take flight,
For when you are tired,
down and careworn,
in the core of your mind,
budding new thoughts will form,
They will relieve you of your worries,
your doubts and your fears,
A new day will arrive,
and dry out your tears,
And as the new day is born,
and the night fully passes,
your torn, tattered spirit,
will rise from the ashes,
Strong and eduring,
new trials will appear,
but now you know
never to fear,
For there is a litte phoenix in all of us
original date april 4, 2011
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