Tuesday, February 9, 2016


I keep dreaming about the same thing
I keep dreaming that things will change
If I could put two pieces together
Life would be made easier

My life’s been black, dirty and emotional bad
Chooses haven’t been easy to make
The pit must have a hole
Because the dirt will not stop drowning me
I guess it’s time to go.

Can’t forget the stories I’ve been told
About life’s good and bad
There’s a way to patch that hole
And start all over again.

Keep my head high
Feel the wind touch my face
Keep my head high
And see the light up ahead.

It has been right there, the good and bad
Even though I’ve been lost in my world
Guess it’s not too late
To feel the wind on my face.

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