The boy who rode atop misfortune's wing
Now finds new ways to start moving ahead.
What luck could never give you love will bring,
And from old mistakes new ideas are bred.
There will be days those storm clouds just won't clear
And you dwell on mistakes that you have made.
Just smile at the thunder you can hear.
Be grateful for the clouds that brought the shade.
There's a peace after every hurricane.
An appreciation for what's not lost.
And though nothing will ever be the same,
You can't help but look back at what was tossed.
It's all right to look back at what you've done.
But remember to walk away-- Not run.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
The boy who rode atop misfortune's wing
Now finds new ways to start moving ahead.
What luck could never give you love will bring,
And from old mistakes new ideas are bred.
There will be days those storm clouds just won't clear
And you dwell on mistakes that you have made.
Just smile at the thunder you can hear.
Be grateful for the clouds that brought the shade.
There's a peace after every hurricane.
An appreciation for what's not lost.
And though nothing will ever be the same,
You can't help but look back at what was tossed.
It's all right to look back at what you've done.
But remember to walk away-- Not run.
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