I really couldn’t see myself standing once more
Couldn’t see any light in the dark, no strength, I couldn’t see past the struggles, the tears, the worries, I worried for too long. I gave into my fears. I was like a little bird in search of a place to call home, I hoped to find a home. Home in chaos, prolonged chaos.
I really didn’t see myself standing once again.
But I heard don’t worry, that though weeping endures for the night, joy comes in the morning. Indeed joy came in the morning. And like the beauty of sunrise I saw myself rise once more, I rose against the struggles, rose against the worries, the tears, I rose against my fears. Indeed joy came in the morning. And now, I rise to fall no more.
pen power 