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Labyrinth of the Heart


Trembling with the thought of being lost Into my basket of luck my hope is tossed Searching for a window in a room with no doors Seems to be no escape from these internal wars A never ending maze that seems to have no beginning and no end Once iron clad will is now starting to bend. Losing the ability to see a new angle Over a cliff I let my feet dangle That's it... Start over again Maybe the way out is the way in Maybe to progress One must regress To heal I must go back and truly feel Feel all the pain and accept my past Stop running and wear all the pain and faults like a cast For my past is what made me And my future will be who I choose to be But I must release the anguish and forgive to truly be free. Only then will I see the way out has always been within reach
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