Dedicated to a dear friend of mine

Thinking to myself

all around me are familiar faces

and worn out places, worn out faces, its a mad world lullaby...

Singing to myself..... this is where my story begins.......

 

A house you dont recognize anymore

A house you only know people in

relax and breathe,

This you may have ignored long ago

A house you wanted to dis-own

The house is beautiful

To cleanse out the past and bring  wisdom and tranquility together

Realizing the present time has grown

A house you lay your head

Peaceful view and soft bed

Sometimes we go back to being children when we are in pain.

Curling under someones arm, sleeping for hours in order for our minds to regain

The strength, to carry on daily.

Sometimes we choose people for compfort and security.

Can we pieace this together, can we move forward with all of this in our minds?

Alone in the house so beautiful, trying to feel comfort in our own skin.

living in peace you cant recognize, it almost feels like a sin.

trying to figure out whats next... trying to figure out the mess that was left behind

Regain the strength , regain the length of life you lived and remain in peace

Peace is a gift given to you , peace is a treasure so kind.

Reviews

[saudade]

I love this! "Regain the length of live you lived and remain in peace"-powerful!