Finally the rocks have stopped falling
I can manoeuvre around the rubble
A sweet scent of serenity with no sign of trouble
The battle has run its corse
The soldiers have returned home
Peace is on its way
My Love has been sown
The crushing storm has ended
The deep rivers run
A blissful state of rest
A joyful game of fun.
The pain has stopped aching
The hate has stopped hating
I can just be myself
Without all the faking.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
Finally the rocks have stopped falling
I can manoeuvre around the rubble
A sweet scent of serenity with no sign of trouble
The battle has run its corse
The soldiers have returned home
Peace is on its way
My Love has been sown
The crushing storm has ended
The deep rivers run
A blissful state of rest
A joyful game of fun.
The pain has stopped aching
The hate has stopped hating
I can just be myself
Without all the faking.
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