Fresh Start
The secrets are out,
They’re all exposed,
There’s still some darkness,
These times are tough,
But my heart,
Which once was heavy
With all the secrets I hid inside,
My heart feels lighter than a butterfly,
My heart feels happier,
And I feel the sun
Sending its sunbeam of love
Through the frosted window,
And I can feel the snow melting,
The temperature rising,
The ice breaking,
With the promise of spring.
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