Life goes on
To say tthe least I too was in bad peace
Dusting and sweeping while thinking miracles are for dreamers as I watched the clock strike from different day
But as I read a book and actually let the words speak into my ears I found that
Dust if you must and sweep as you please but
With rivers to swim and
mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead,
its waiting for you as you breathe.
And for miracles,
We live on a blue planet that circles around a ball of fire next to a moon that moves the sea. How could you not believe in miracles?
I ran out that dark place because I don't want to be defined by the worst thing that ever happened to me and niether shall you.
Open your eyes along with your heart and you'll fly to great sparks.
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