Over The Years
Over The Years1 min 371 1 min 371
Unlike the happiness that compels,
My sorrows inspired me.
My grief pushed me forward
And my loneliness motivated me.
Unlike the ideal persons that aspire,
My heart had an image of the person I must not be
My memories quenched the raging fire
And my solitude kept me going.
Unlike a soul that touches the hearts of many,
My broken self was along.
My unaccomplished dreams I desired
And my hope faltered but never faded.
Unlike the positivity that helps,
My accusations tempted me to prove them wrong,
My guilt has changed my thoughts
And my regrets reformed me.
Unlike the perfections that helps
My flaws I embraced,
My restlessness gave me hope
And my imperfections just perfected me all the way.