Flipping through the book of life,
blocking out the pages that make me cry.
Taking tomorrow by surprise
to quickly ease this troubled mind.
I didn't expect what I'd find
who wrote this script of mine?
I am sure it wasn't left to choice
like a song bird without a voice.
If I truly held the pen
I'd be there with you my friend,
all the days have passed on by
and I built a brick wall out of time.
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Holding on to the good times
brushing away the darkness of life,
wondering if that sun will shine again
or if this story has come to and end?
Sighing in disbelief
was it was a want or a need?
It felt so surreal but I am sure
it was based on a fairytale.
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