There I was, nestled soundly in my bed, sleep eluded me, lucidity had taken hold. These words cracked through, flooding my mind. With pen in hand, I scribe them for you.
Those soft pale arms reach through my window. Those words rattle around my head. A shot in the dark, ricochet through a hole in the soul. A shroud of sorrow just beyond the light. No tale to tell, to sanity to set sail. A solo melody rings from distant memory. The familiar, enveloping, chill of the crisp bite of a dark wistful night. The tonnage of a world’s weight rests fully on the crest of a furrowed brow.
Don’t be afraid to be weak ~ Don’t be too proud to be strong ~ Just look into your heart my friend ~ That will be the return to yourself ~ The return to innocence ~ If you want, then start to laugh ~ If you must, then start to cry ~ Be yourself don’t hide ~ Just believe in destiny ~ Don’t care what people say ~ Just follow your own way ~ Don’t give up and miss the chance ~ To return to innocence ~ That’s not the beginning of the end ~ That’s the return to yourself
The return to innocence