ONE DAY

ONE DAY IT STARTED AS NEW
THE NEXT DAY IT SLIPPED BACK AS OLD
EACH DAY IS A TEST TO GET THROUGH
I STRIVE TO SHAPE UP FROM A MOULD......

STRANGE IT SEEMS HOW WE ALL
GET TIRED OF THINGS SO EASILY
BUT TURN BACK WHEN WE START TO FALL
INTO THE COLD DEPTS OF MISERY.......
.

WE LONG FOR THE STARS TO SHINE
TO REMOVE FEARS WE KEEP PRETENDING
A GRACE WOULD THREAD OUT AS A LINE
AND HOPE WOULD LEAD TO A HAPPY ENDING.......

THROUGHTOUT ALL REALITY
JUST AS THE FIRST CRY MADE THE RIVERS FLOW
IN MY DREAMS THEY REDUCE TO A STREAM
AND FLOW WITH THE SEA STRETCHING INTO A SMILE.......





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