Moments won, beneath the storm,
Primitive feelings, too intense to share,
Weathers seem to court my heart warm,
And bring out the ghosts I can't bare.
When the heirs are all gone,
Following gracefully the healing heart,
A new breath of air, breaks night to dawn,
Tearing the devastation that rips us apart.
Life is too valuble to spend it in tears,
Let us endow ourselves to a new perception,
These sufferings in our squandered years,
Were spent in vain, forget there deadly deceptions.
Trying to open the pages to my heart again,
Defeating the shadow that held me captive,
I can't believe the nightmare from within,
Is dissipating to something more attractive.
Live, hold onto the little things,
Bear not our imperfections,
Silence the suffering,
And cast yesterday out of our own reflection.
Live...before living is no more