promises, endings, and beginningsA Poem by winter;lyraIn the middle of the night A gentle breeze Walks through The valleys of my mind Reminding me of a promise I once made To the child I once was It pains me That I'm forced to tell you "I might not make it to winter" I'm sorry I'm sorry I disapointed you I'm sorry I had to hurt you I'm sorry I could not make your dreams come true I'm sorry for all the promises I might not be able to keep I will not blame it on time Because I never really grew up And I will not blame it on them Because they never really knew I shall take full responsability With my heavy dirty soul I might not Keep my promises But I will not Take you with me To the land I seek Oh Lady of darkness If you must take me Take me and reign me above But spare this child And make him a man Give him purpose Give him a wife And give him a child Give him a way to live a dream Not a life Because so I tried And I ended up Making a little boy cry Every night a little smile went by Reminding of a life We could only dream of I might not make it to winter But my end shall be the beginning Of a new and brighter future © 2016 winter;lyraReviews
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