I keep marching on
one scared step after another
i keep moving on
the night wont ever catch up
angel on my shoulder
worries behind me
Im the sun
bright and happy.
I marched on
I moved on.
Im free to feel
is this for real?
It must be!
I survived my hurt
I am brave
Im free.
I can finally see, finally breath.
I keep marching on
I keep moving on.
who can catch me now?
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Author:
Winter light (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 10th, 2017 15:39
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Comments3
Very nice -- phoenix
ain't nobody going to get you! nice ww
Thanks everybody!
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