Weaker than weak
Tries to carry the world
All the blind ones
Search for their pearls
Why is it a surprise
That while on the trail
Every one of them
Will utterly fail
The river I follow
It runs up the hill
But still
I try harder and harder
It gets harder and harder
Until
I fall down the hill
Trying to reach
The impossible things
Trying to see
The invisible things
How do we expect
To reach the top at all
When all we can do
Is fail at it and fall?
The river I follow
It runs up the hill
But still
I try harder and harder
It gets harder and harder
Until
I fall down the hill
Hitting rock bottom,
Some decide to die
Hitting rock bottom,
Some give up and cry
But some, when they hit,
They open their eyes
Some, when they hit,
They see the sun rise
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My Songs
PoetryPretty much... If I write a song I'll put it here. I've written music (on the piano) for some of these, and I'm working on others. In my opinion, the first few songs aren't as good as the ones I've written later on. Just saying. I have a list of my...
