Better days will come
No more shedding tears over wasted years
Better days will come
No more cold, lonely, sleepless nights,
Better days will come
No more wondering why, meaningless fights
Better days will come
No more silently questioning your worth
Better days will come
No more crying, wallowing, wondering why it hurts
Better days will come
No more wishing to rewind time
Better days will come
No more living in the past
Better days will come
It's darkest before the dawn
Better days will come
From this ash you spring, reborn
Better days will come
Better days will come
Are you ready?
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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