Do you feel the pain Of every blow that knocked you down Or do you bear the shame Of every wound you handed out No matter what you gave or what you received If you were left or the one to leave Even though its hard to hope again This is not the bitter end Even this will be made beautiful Even this will be made beautiful Scatter the ashes on the wind Everything will be born again In His time, in His hands Beautiful, beautiful
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 00:00:21 +0000
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