My days were dark, the hours slow

Out of bed I could not roll.

This dark, eery feeling crept into my heart,

When will my happy days finally start?

I pushed and I kicked and I screamed in my sleep,

The air that I breathe for, not once did I reach.

Looking and searching and hoping for more,

Out of my grasp, not what I lived for.

Finally the sun crept into my window,

the cold and solitude no longer shadow.

And slowly then faster it started to click,

In order to be happy, accept myself was the trick!

So I wiped the tears off and smile I did,

For that's the only thing I remember doing as a kid!




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