I picked a flower from the snow, left there all alone... I put in my hair. I looked up at the clouds, the colors in the sky, I breathed in unpolluted air. I thought about my spirit, and all the things I don't let people see. I thought about the war, How money and education, allow corrupted and heartless people, Run and destroy our country. I come inside and stare up at the ceiling I sit here, in this the empty, quiet, salty room. Begging the trees, the ground, the sky outside my window, For a flower, a friend, like me, to beside me, please bloom. I long for someone I could talk to, who would listen, agree, and understand. I seek a free spirit, one to which I can relate... Who has similiar lines on their hands. I want to bust out all the windows, And knock down all these walls.. I am trapped, confined, and I have been swallowed, by all these human laws... TO ME... What is hope to you? To me, hope is a beautiful cloud in the sky, I wish that I could reach. What is love to you? To me, love is the highest place you can reach, Like the cloud in the sky, Love is the book I want to teach. What is pain to you? Pain, to me, is only internal. It's a bottle of pills with thoughts, That things could never be normal. What is happiness to you? To me, happiness is dancing in the grass, enjoying the earth and music With other people too, Happiness is finally accepting, every part of you. What is life to you? To me, life, it is a journey, a revelation A soon memory of all the things that could be. What are dreams to you? Dreams, to me, are those of reaching that cloud, with love there to boost me, forgetting the pain and the bottle of pills, so I can reach the beautiful in me, So I can live my life, instead of wishing that things could be.
I love this line (A soon memory of all things that could be), I Appreciate how simply put all your words are. Its very refreshing to read the real moments someone is going through. I can relate. Thank you
