∞∞∞ ► j.mp/1DwWlMV ◄ ∞∞∞ Let these not be my shackles, for my spirit wants to soar. As these strings sing, melodies of a time, long gone. Will i ever be safe and free, of the past so heavy with grief? Or will be trampled over, for all the tears i weeped? I will not be moved, for the rivers of depth have dried. The skies will keep on roaring, for they know i will not sigh. The flowers shall not wilt, ’cause they know, now they live for me. The trees will not shed, ’cause they saw me wither in streets. Yet i shall go on, and plunge into this dark sleep. There is so much more to loose, and so little to keep.
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 16:57:58 +0000
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