Being sober is a gift,
But will the sun ever shine again?
For I see heartbroken trees in misery
And I see broken flowers standing in the rain
But there is love
And there is hope
I don't have to be a broken rag doll forever
Behold the depression junkie that is me
For I am depressed all the time
Yet I am smiling on the outside,
Will the sun ever shine for me again?
For tomorrow is just another day
And another day is just tomorrow
I reckon I would have no more sorrows
And today I am living, living for today
It's so sad that sober people have to be aware
Though I have a chance in life to be somebody
I will still fear the world unknown
For temptation can kill the child
Who wants to be sober
But patience is a mighty virtue, so I've heard
Yet we are all children of temptation,
For temptation springs forth
Like a burning bud
Behold the silent triggers
That reveal one's weakness
I'd rather hold on to hope
Than to have nothing at all,
For patience is my only friend.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 31st, 2024 17:51
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