Time to stop hiding,
go out into the world,
do not wait anymore,
to see what’s out there,
make a new pathway,
a new future,
make something special,
out of life,
life is very short, too short for hesitation,
so take risks,
and stop hiding,
only you can control,
your actions,
it is your life,
so make the most of it.
Lying await,
in the stillness,
something strikes you,
it’s the sadness of the wind,
Suddenly, the hurt,
the anguish,
fade away slowly,
and there is relief,
Breathe a sigh,
the wind is almost here,
but it is not sad this time,
it is joy,
The wind can be cold,
but it can also be comfort,
with a warm breeze,
tat melts the heart,
So no longer be sad,
in the wind,
it will protect you,
until the end.
Simple,
complicated,
beautiful,
ugly,
powerful,
weak,
courage,
cowardice,
explained,
difficult,
creation,
destruction,
light,
darkness,
the world,
nothing,
relief,
hurt,
love is many things.
The truth revealed,
is sometimes,
the monster within us,
so we tend to hide it,
It makes us human,
wanting to deceive others,
but what is really,
behind the mask?
There is a dark power,
a force that drives,
evil into our souls,
but we can always fight,
Do we really want to live,
behind the mask?
this is it, the choice we have to make,
Let’s remove it,
throw it against the wall,
watch it shatter,
into a million little pieces,
Leave it on the floor,
and begin to live,
stop living,
behind the mask.
Those eyes look up at me,
and seem to shine like the sun,
they tell a whole story,
of a life just born,
This miracle really happened,
the time is really now,
to be gifted with such beauty,
my angel,
The light shines over this one,
bringing joy to everyone,
and now she can enjoy it as well,
this angel,
This is true happiness,
a true future awaits,
and it will be glorious,
with my angel.
Triumph, victory,
these are words I’d like to say,
they are in my head,
but do not reside in my heart,
Feeling of sadness,
will they ever go away?
ever really diminish?
I would like to triumph over them,
Sometimes it just hurts,
too much to feel good,
to feel right in the world,
like you belong,
I want to be hopeful,
that everything will turn out,
and I will triumph,
in the end.
The bars are closed,
there is no escape,
for those who despair,
only who believe,
A destiny is being woven,
into a beautiful,
and distant future,
for all to see,
Witness the power,
the strength,
of those hearts,
who fight,
Power is everything,
justice wins.
Everyone chooses a path,
whether it is right,
or wrong,
is up to them,
Paths come in all shapes,
all forms, colors,
can be good,
or even evil,
The path you choose,
is up to you,
it is the future,
of your life,
A twisted road,
lies ahead,
but there is another,
pathway yet.
The butterfly flaps,
its silver wings,
in the clear night,
and makes no sound,
Its beauty transcends,
all life,
like an angel,
pure and calm,
Wings flutter,
dust moves through the air,
as they fly,
into the horizon,
The sun rises,
the wings glimmer,
in the light,
beautifully.
Putting on makeup,
is really painting a face,
one is covering up,
their original face,
A painted face,
is not unique,
but unoriginal,
in all ways,
The mask goes on,
in the morning,
and comes off again,
during the night,
Paint is used,
to create a new face,
but it is,
sometimes uglier,
Scary is,
the painted face,
that becomes one,
with the soul.