Wandering through the meadows of time
I then realize the essence of unwanted crime.
Tomorrow i'll go and fix my old woes
i'll bandage my sorrows, and pamper my toes.
The sun will shine, the moon will glow,
It's then i'll understand what it means to grow.
I'll take my insecure thoughts back to the start,
I'll bash them with a bat and re-bandage my heart.
My reality will dream, my courage will crawl,
I'll wander through my mixed thoughts and in the end stand tall.
I feel new again, strong enough to survive,
my soul is no longer lost, and I long to strive.
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