It's been a year since i last wrote to you,
And I think ive finally figured out what to do.
Again i see the sun,
I can hear as the bird sings,
Warm rays on my face as i run
Not from my problems but towards my dreams.
I've been sad for so long,
But now as the warmth brushes my face,
Clothing me in delicate lace
I remember who i am.
Who im meant to be i dont yet know.
But i will come to understand,
After all everyone has a purpose.
Everyone has a place to go.
©moomla
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