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My Ties
My Ties
1 min
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Round and round we go,
Days to nights, nights to days
Trying desperate to tie the threads,
Preventing us from falling into an abyss.
The future holds the silence of death
The past holds boxes of grief,
The present questions your worth.
When all goes dark and depressing,
When a tightrope twists around your heart,
When living is a task and not a gift,
When everything becomes too hard,
I see the shiny floating globes of light,
Held close by the tiny threads I tied,
Held strong by thick ropes they tied.
Smiles, hugs, kisses and praises,
Actions they thought insignificant,
Burns brightly with a roaring flame.
The only flame that scares the darkness,
The only flame that made me grow.
