She looks in through the window
Think of what the world would bring in
Telling herself that everything would be better
Once she is in the 'in'
She turns around to look at her doorknob
She returns to her past
She could never ever
Get past that
A tear
A cry
A deep breath
A little sigh
How the world has come by
And taunted her in the night
Fishing her out from one pond
Into a waterfall, for her alone, to fight
She gathers her belongings
She walks to the door
She reaches out to grab the knob
And pulls it inwards to go to another world
This time
She's going to make her own opportunties
No tidal waves, no hidden agenda, no unwritten phase
She is the opportunity waiting to be taken
She is the light of Heaven
She is the first stair in the staircase of success
No more crying
No more lying
No more dying inside
No more lonely nights
Just her and her passion
The future is hers to grasp
The love in ignition
Is just out there, for someone to understand
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
The Truth Will Set Her Free..
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 23:20
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