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just passing by

i turned around, looked behind me, and saw that everything around me changed.

the trees that once stood tall faded into the background until all that was seen was a pale old thing. that street was once covered with neon chalk, so full of imagination and wonder. it has become an uneven road, washed out into a dull pavement. the swing that once brought joy and glee, only squeaks as the wind blows it into motion.

i turned back, looked around, and saw that everything around me was changing.

the wind blew our soft hair in disarray. we laughed as the momentary breeze brought a calmness that may never be experienced again. the gentle smile that followed will never be forgotten. moments like these, are only cherished years later, years forgotten.

I look forward and everything around me disappears.

everything, but You.

a story

written for you.

it was meant for you, to be experienced by you, to be lived by you.

moments of sorrow, written for your tears. joy and gladness, written for your brilliance.

live it well and live it full.

ah, yes.

hard times will come. it is inevitable.

but there is a redeemer.

one who will come and bring new life.

there is a lot of pink on my page...

i think i'll keep it this way for a while.

silent tears from the broken hearted

the deepest shadows of your heart cries out,
out pours the burning streams of tears.

despair fills the empty spaces,
spaces covered with unknown sorrows.

overcome by melancholy,
melancholy that turns into an expressionless gaze.

gazing a far,
far, so far that your eyes vanish with the sun.


where will you go, dear one?
who will you turn to, small one?


sometimes the sorrow remains... sometimes it turns into a slow, melodious song... carried into the abyss... intertwined with tunes of joy... so soft and so faint that you close your eyes and tilt your head ever so slightly... hoping to catch even a note... a song written by another... unfamiliar, and yet harmonious.

Hard Times Come Again No More

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count it's many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh, hard times come again no more

Chorus
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times come again no more
Many days you have lingered
Around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say;
Oh, hard times come again no more

Chorus

There's a pale sorrowed maiden who toils her life away
With a worn heart whose better days are o'er
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
Oh, hard times come again no more

Chorus

'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave
'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh, hard times come again no more

Chorus