The Cure

When light is no more to push the road wide
No happy thoughts left to dig up inside
Looking for reason where sanity died
Not enough strength to put worries aside

Pick up stones to buff rough edges shown
Spread wings and try to fly to the unknown
Reap pure joy where dried up tears have been sown
Reach for freedom and call it my own

Hope will drench this long parched soul
Your love to fill my empty bowl
Through this storm I shall take a stroll

10 October 2014

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