morning sun hear me sing
with this power of faith within
and the burning passion I’m feeling
hear me sing
with this fresh air I’m breathing
and this goodness I’m feeling
quench my thirst and my grieving
for there is nothing left but believing
that as the sun will rise
I will be freed and becoming…
someone, or something
worth living
with everything that’s inside me
is the truth that defy s me,
the reality that molds me,
and the real person that haunts me
under this tree in front of this beautiful sea
I can foresee…
that there is hope that awaits me
Reblogged this on PRINCE CHARMING ISN'T HERE and commented:
very beautiful poem i thought! dont you agree?!
thank you so much
you are welcome!