Pile of Bone

November 18, 2011
By BertoBaBy BRONZE, Eatonville, Washington
BertoBaBy BRONZE, Eatonville, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"It's not about how you survived the storm, it's about how you danced in the rain." ALSO
"If you love something let it go, if it comes back to you then it was meant to be yours in the first place."

I look at the dark sun
Yet knowing someday must I run
Birds I see everyday fly free
In night sky hope flies above
Have you ever prayed to see?
Just like asking for love
I look up at the empty stars
I feel like a prisoner behind bars
What must I do, die?
But I’m not ready to say good-bye
You may think life is sucky
And never think of running home
You wake up and you are lucky
Not to be a pile of bone
I wake up with much fright
Then I look up at such sight
And I know you’re going to be alright

The author's comments:
i wrote this when my great grandmother pasted away and dedicated this to her. i help understand that she was not in pain anymore and is in a better place.

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