As I wonder down the hallway,
The cold wind blows-
It's leading me to a passageway that nobody knows-
No turning back,
No need to cry-
The expression on her face,
So weak and pure-
She's once again ready to open the door-
...A New Beginning...
Nobody's calling her back holding her hand-
It's about time she takes a stand-
The decisions are hers and hers a lone-
She knows in her heart she's no better than a peasant,
No comfy throne-
This is the real life,
You work for what you get-
Don't turn back to the past and try to regret-
Know you made mistakes,
You made them thousands of times-
And that doesnt make you whole,
But don't dissolve and die,
Hold on with both hands and take control-
Things aren't always bad as what they may seem,
So forgive and forget because life isn't a dream-
Dont let it pass you by,
Before you know it you're old and you're going to die-
Love is precious,
And anger is weak-
Is anger what you truely want to keep-
Nothing lasts for ever,
And both feelings may die-
But neither emotion can stop you to cry-
Live with love and soon forget,
The fights in the past-
Live with no regret-
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