Its Time
Its time to start to tell these stories, that I remember so well, so many tales twisting my brain.
Its time to get them out before they call me insane.
Its time to begin to tell what I know, spread my seeds and see how they grow.
Its time to let the light shine in, learn to accept and begin again.
Its time to be who I am meant to be and follow the steps I see before me.
Its time to forgive but never forget, learning the lessons and making smart bets.
Its time to let the memories live again in all their glory and their sin.
Its time to face the judgment and hate, to truly learn to face my fate.
Its time to know that love will win, always the champion in the end.
Its time to continue the story, resuscitate the past and then let it die at last...
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