Pretty Flower

Pretty Flower

Friday, August 13, 2010

The Table

It was a simple day
Sun shinning
Birds flying
Peaceful, normal
Nothing out of the ordinary

I felt my stability shake
I felt the tables turning
The sun was no more
an eerie darkness took the wheel
Time ran out, taking me down with it

My control weakens leaving me unaware, vulnerable.
Harsh cold-bitter wind slaps across my skin
I know what is expected, I know what to do
Hide...
But I'm not like that, I'd rather
fight...
Fight my own battle, wage my own war
In each life there's a time to shine
Mine's Today

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