If yesterday is supposed to be left "in the past" then how do we learn and grow from our mistakes?
If we don't look back upon those days, then isn't history just going to repeat its self over and over?
There once was a girl, who would look in the mirror, and see nothing reflecting back...
her reflection was lost in the cold and the dark.. unable to find any light to help her back...
The girl who looks in the mirror now, sees almost what she wants to see, but not quite.
There is a change in the wind.... a change in the motions, and she's not quite sure what lies ahead...
She knows she will have to leave things behind, yet again, picking up and moving along.
Her guard is up, and she wants to let it down, but has she conquered all the demons that set them up in the first place?
She must think so.. because brick by brick, it's coming down.... she can finally start to breathe again.
For once, the wind tickles the chimes that lie restlessly, waiting for some attention.
they chatter amongst themselves, telling the world what needs to be said..
Mother nature cries above them, and they respond the way she wants them to...
The storm carries along, in a slow manner, leaving its grace along the way..
This is the release she needed to feel... the one shes been counting on, waiting for...
needing so she can continue on the path before she started falling..
That change has already begun. New chapters, stranded endings waiting to be picked up..
She can't hesitate anymore, now is the time she must push herself to her limit...
now is the time she wants to break free now is the time that she can fly...
for her wings have been broken and torn for far too long... and repairs have been slow and cautious.
Now, she must learn to do things all over again..
If we don't look back upon those days, then isn't history just going to repeat its self over and over?
There once was a girl, who would look in the mirror, and see nothing reflecting back...
her reflection was lost in the cold and the dark.. unable to find any light to help her back...
The girl who looks in the mirror now, sees almost what she wants to see, but not quite.
There is a change in the wind.... a change in the motions, and she's not quite sure what lies ahead...
She knows she will have to leave things behind, yet again, picking up and moving along.
Her guard is up, and she wants to let it down, but has she conquered all the demons that set them up in the first place?
She must think so.. because brick by brick, it's coming down.... she can finally start to breathe again.
For once, the wind tickles the chimes that lie restlessly, waiting for some attention.
they chatter amongst themselves, telling the world what needs to be said..
Mother nature cries above them, and they respond the way she wants them to...
The storm carries along, in a slow manner, leaving its grace along the way..
This is the release she needed to feel... the one shes been counting on, waiting for...
needing so she can continue on the path before she started falling..
That change has already begun. New chapters, stranded endings waiting to be picked up..
She can't hesitate anymore, now is the time she must push herself to her limit...
now is the time she wants to break free now is the time that she can fly...
for her wings have been broken and torn for far too long... and repairs have been slow and cautious.
Now, she must learn to do things all over again..
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