The paper in which I write my thoughts upon has felt the pain of my pen.
The words I take from my heart to say could never messure up to the meaning they hold.
Give me just a few minutes and read what I have locked inside, I know pride will not allow an extra day nor a life time to live it in.
So, I shall begin....
As the days pass one by one I take a deep breath to carry on.
There are oh so many times I regret deeply and wish to turn back the hands of time, back when things did not matter so much.
But if I did I would only walk to darkness regreting even more.
I wish for no WAR nor is this word a disguise, for the hurt and pain we all go through.
In the years that must face me I shall hold my head up high, underneith my heart will drag my soul fly no more.
Memories are a gift to all, but they too will walk you to darkness as they are the past in which we must not dwell.
Each tomorrow brings a new sun that gives each day a meaning to go on.
Our sorrows our pains our misfortunes are all a part of what we are, and someday when there is just one piece another lose will find you and take that away too.
Death is the punishment I will behold, death for a women who has lost her soul.
