28 June 2012
I was strolling through life
Just trying to get a grip
Slipping further away from sanity
Hurling myself to deep despair
I knew what I wanted
Not a clue how to get it
Memories were just memories
Mistakes remained mistakes
Never did I pick myself up
Just kept throwing myself down
And instead of believing in me
I listened to the disapproving
Why don't I listen to that voice?
The little instinct inside
But now I've had enough
Of all the doors being shut
I stride towards each one of them
With wings of hope behind me
Wings Of Hope • Opuss № I