I Am Sick

Thu, 03/03/2016 - 16:18 -- Caivii

Though I am sick, and I am scared

I know my heart must be repaired

I need to see the world once more

A simple chance that I ask for


I need to see the desert sands

I need the sun to warm my hands

The blazing heat shall chase the cold

from my painful frozen soul


I want to know the ocean tides

A power by which the storm abides

The moon shall teach my blood to flow

and help my broken world to grow


I will climb the snowy peaks

To learn that even darkness speaks

It shall teach my heart to cope,

That all I really need is hope

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