when the light has burnt away
when the night has replaced your day
believe that behind the clouds, there are stars.
when there's murky, blotched reason
when frustrations come in seasons
believe that somewhere, somehow this wasn't only your fault.
when there's no end to that tunnel
when your life begins to rumble
believe that things will come to you, and conquer it all
when you can't begin to understand or believe
wait for when you heal
for beneath every nightmare,there's a new dream.
this is dedicated to you. you know who you are.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Beneath
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Finally, I see optimism! Brilliant. I loved it.
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