When the Moon Speaks
Horrible days and sad memories make up my teenage years
Weakness I cannot forgive myself for
Wishing, as I see others pass by in a foreign land that gave me no luck
I should have given up on life and people by now
but my heart won't let me as it speaks of fortune and love in the smallest of things
as it blesses me with comfort and peace in the most extreme of places and times
as it gives glows of happiness when there is loneliness
as it gives me strength when my legs are shaky
That feeling that everything will be okay when it doesn't seem so
An inner peace like the sound of waves that hid the most beautiful of lost treasures
Ô heart, be my guide and savior in this world...
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