Monday, February 9, 2009


When the heartache begins to lift
And I start to feel alive
When hope begins to settle in
I find it's all a lie

For then the mind begins to race
With a blissful melody
That transforms into a bitter tune
The soul does not find pretty

With every time that hope is false
The sorrow grows further deep
For the cycle seems to never end
And I begin to weep

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