When it hurts one so bad
As it opens your eyes
Bust up and broken as
Those feelings as it dies
Till it's just another ember
Then another cold dead ash
Stop living in these piles of
Our yesterdays old trash
Understanding she is always there
Mainly mostly in the middle
You wont ever reach the centre
If you just try to be little
Take your time deciding
Fight or flights for war
Hear the gentle beating
The wings outside your door
Then reach for peace and find it
Where it has always been
Shining brightly in the light
Of all you have never seen
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