Treasure Island

Irene D..


Life


I will be weak,
I will be strong.
I'll make right choices,
I'll make plenty wrong.

I'll feel left out,
I'll have some fun.
I'll laugh in the rain,
I'll cry in the sun.

I'll live through miseries,
Short and long.
I'll sing my sorrows,
I'll sing love songs.

I'll be chained to the ground,
At times I'll fly free.
I'll be who I'm not,
I'll fight to be me.

I'll see good friends come,
And enemies gone.
I'll see blankets of dark,
Where the sun once shone.

I'll hide the truth,
I'll banish the lies.
Sad tears I'll shed,
And joy tears I'll cry.

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013
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