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I come into a place where everything is floating It is a dark place for me, nothing will pass into my liking The houses are haunted and thorns are everywhere It is like a dangerous forest, all paths lead to nowhere At first I am scared and I want to run away Creatures have different languages, I don't understand what they say Everyone seems grinning Like they want to tear me apart What else would I think and do If I feel they would break my heart? But I have nowhere to go so I decided to take the risks I am scared but there's little courage I am gripping with my fists With the flicker of hope I wander to study the mysterious place Bit by bit I learn something, enough to cope within each phase Until I find little creatures that thriving on a haunted tree When I stop nearer to them, they seem so scared, so afraid of me I feel that sadness, I am bothered, why they're afraid, I'm just harmless My little hands could do nothing, I just want to watch them exist But  suddenly one of them comes closer and flies in front of me I realize it want to be handled so I open my hand and let it be It settles down on my open hand while I walk around, it is my light And I'm thankful for the little lamp now I have lessen my fright A little light that gives me hope it makes me strong and lessens my load That tomorrow I can find the way to get out of this darkest road...
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
The Light
I come into a place where everything is floating It is a dark place for me, nothing will pass into my liking The houses are haunted and thorns are everywhere It is like a dangerous forest, all paths lead to nowhere At first I am scared and I want to run away Creatures have different languages, I don't understand what they say Everyone seems grinning Like they want to tear me apart What else would I think and do If I feel they would break my heart? But I have nowhere to go so I decided to take the risks I am scared but there's little courage I am gripping with my fists With the flicker of hope I wander to study the mysterious place Bit by bit I learn something, enough to cope within each phase Until I find little creatures that thriving on a haunted tree When I stop nearer to them, they seem so scared, so afraid of me I feel that sadness, I am bothered, why they're afraid, I'm just harmless My little hands could do nothing, I just want to watch them exist But  suddenly one of them comes closer and flies in front of me I realize it want to be handled so I open my hand and let it be It settles down on my open hand while I walk around, it is my light And I'm thankful for the little lamp now I have lessen my fright A little light that gives me hope it makes me strong and lessens my load That tomorrow I can find the way to get out of this darkest road...
Sometimes answers come in unexpected forms...
Marguerite
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
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