Everyone needs to share in this long lifes pain. Then we dive into bliss in order to keep us sane. Its simply strange this world in which we live. We share, we shove, we cry, we laugh, and we give. Until nights curtain pulls black over dimming eyes, We sift through beautiful truths and hideous lies. One foot in front of the other with hopeful smiles, We continue ever deeper in as we traverse the miles. Along the way, there we meet enemies and friends. Amazed, we stand watching beginnings and ends. So what then of your most horrible, terrible pain? Perhaps is only the call to shower in cleansing rain... So, we should bathe off our souls collected grime. Washing away deep sadness brought through time, And so begin again all that we seem to forever do. Until final nights curtain ends this lifes strange rule. MB Stephens
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 16:47:24 +0000
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