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By unconditional Date: 2008 Jan 10 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.10.01.07.3499]] |
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Sometimes I fix my fists to fight for things that aren't worth it Does that mean my ability to handle tough situations is limited? Often I stare into a blank reflection hoping to see the desprite little girl inside me disappear And that woman who's growing will erase all her tears And that one day i won't let pain slowly destroy me Take over me and cloud my judgement that my soul can be cleansed That I can deleate whats wrong and just Start over again Fighting an endless battle is not worth fighting at all So I have developed a plan to turn my fists into hands that can rebuild and create new creations Things that smile back when you smile And when you laugh, they make you laughter worth while All these things I dream and all that I can't physically fix I look into that mirrior and I say, " Dream This" |