Rise Again
Wandering in the woods,I had an epiphany.
My life right now is an opera without a symphony.
The plans I made turned futile,
now my body is exhausted and my spirit has turned immotile.
Dreams sometimes can become your greatest source of misery,
Broken dreams create scars and invisible injury.
My ship of hope has lost its sailor,
it's heading forward in the storm without caring about success or failure.
It happens to all once in a lifetime,
when the decisions of past seem like a crime.
Bawling over what is lost is unavailing,
fruitless is the action of wailing.
Pick up the pieces and join them all,
gather all your strength and rise from the fall.
Life is full of miracles and magic,
it is a tale both happy and tragic.
You are the protagonist of your story,
the pen is in your hand,
make it a dreary yarn or an anecdote full of glory.
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