Just the beginning of another chapter... and making my own destiny.
It could be worse, I could be alone
I could be locked in here on my own
like a stone that certainly drops
and it never stops.
I could be lost or I could be saved
calling out from beneath the waves
beaten down by this ocean rain
never again, never again
screaming out from the crests of the waves
it could be worse, it's all sweet
it could be snapped from the jaws of defeat
like a light lit upon a beach
where your heart on your sleeve
oh, you want to stop before you begin
you want to sink when you know you could swim
you want to stop before you begin
never give in, never give in.
screaming out from the crests of the waves
nothing matters
except life and the love you make
nothing matters
except life and the love you make..
V.
.Veronica.'Speedwell'.
-A CHEMICAL REACTION-
3 comments:
Nice poem. Have you gotten to Prague yet? My son went a couple of years ago and thought it was the most beatiful city he'd ever seen.
no, I unfortunately can not afford to visit Prague at this stage in my life... maybe when I am older and have more time.
if you are interested, i have an audio file i could send you. it is Robert Frost reading "stopping by the woods on a snowy evening". i think it would make a wonderful addition to your blog.
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