A peace to want,
A joy unmatched,
The tingling of one’s spine dancing to the rhythms of his heart, which is in response to the beat if his soul.
But at last the joy only lasts for a while
The sad tales of life told over and over again. But in it the happy ones are remembered.
Hope is all we have
It’s all we get
Our existence as beings with souls,
Forced to live with the exaggeration of better days
Our inspiration forced to be our redemption.
Our pain forced to be our gain
Our tears forced into our years
Our laughter, ours to matter about alone
Our joy to share with the rest like it was a toy
The inspiration of one’s soul built on the foundation of its wounds… a life we all live
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