Struggle
Have you ever watched the flame of hope, dance in the wind
Holding on to its last breath, before the end
Wanting to cradle it, and tell it, it’s okay
But instead you watch it dwindle in its own misery
Smothering the fire, you can feel how much it burns
Till at last the fire’s out, and there’s no where to return
The pain will cease to linger, and the scars will start to fade
But those feelings, they hold on to memory
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