Tomorrows tears are echoes,
Tip toeing through yesterday’s fears,
Fragmented in our dreams.
You must stand strong in your defiance.
Make a choice,
Slay your demons for the right reasons,
To free yourself from your past.
Let the monkey on your back be cast,
So much is still to come,
Eyes lost in the forests depth,
Look up and see the sun shining down through the trees,
It’s not anything around you that requires change,
But a change in your outlook that’s required.
Fill your lungs and strengthen your heart,
Look back on the old you as the new you departs.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC
Tomorrows tears are echoes,
Tip toeing through yesterday’s fears,
Fragmented in our dreams.
You must stand strong in your defiance.
Make a choice,
Slay your demons for the right reasons,
To free yourself from your past.
Let the monkey on your back be cast,
So much is still to come,
Eyes lost in the forests depth,
Look up and see the sun shining down through the trees,
It’s not anything around you that requires change,
But a change in your outlook that’s required.
Fill your lungs and strengthen your heart,
Look back on the old you as the new you departs.
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