Friday, May 13, 2011


Let happy endings be written
Let old stories be retold
Life is what you do while living
It's never too late, you're never too old

Allow for this love to embrace you
Take it and make it your own
Choose love over fear and move
Let this new way of living be known

While there's life, there will be hope
It dies last and at the break of day
It rises with any willing soul
Whenever lost, it will make its way

For there's very little else to be done
Or even for anyone to see
So let these forsaken wings fly you home
And be the you you were meant to be

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