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The Walk


I am an erased soul

Inside of me

Happiness is never set free

Passed are the times of cumbersome

And I noticed the monster I have become

 

I lift my foot up

 

I think of all the things that I have done

tears start to run

“I can do this”, I whisper

I released my last whimper

 

I take a step forward

 

One by one

Come the rays of sun

They caress my face

Then, across my body, continues its race

The dark coldness starts to escape

I am no longer in my old shape

The warmth takes over me

And after a long time, I can see

I can see there is a silver lining

I can see my old thoughts and fears that starting to decline 

Left behind are the dark days

Ahead of me are the lighted ways 

 

I am walking

 

I catch myself smiling

on the inside i feel free

With the birds i am singing

I have found me

And I am never letting go

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