Thursday, February 10, 2011

Deepest Wound

I was abandoned and I walked alone,
But my steps is taking me back to the journey that’s gone.
I need to stop and start picking up the pieces,
That once was whole and high in spirits.

In every time I tried to pick the pieces that broke,
Tears beckoning my eyes I tried to hold.
Putting away the mirrors, myself I won’t dare to look,
Seeing the weakness in me won’t help me cope.

I almost forget the art of being happy,
Cause the pain invaded the whole part of me.
I chase on what I saw was a bit of hope,
But a bit of hope is not enough to heal a wound.

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