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Photographed By: Mike Law www.mikethelaw.com |
Through the cracks of that shack you call your own habitat,
I can hear the squeaks from the storm setting in.
Some must intake the real
Some withhold from within
When raindrops wash all the dry tear marks of fear from your face
Paint a smile I can actually feel
Ask not how,
But with your drive high gear,
light a cigar with all substances that never let you cheer
and
and
Burn away before a horizon of hope.
Let that sunset just seep like those cracks fill with dope
And the longer you cope,
Life will sing like the birds and the bees.
Let the wind boost your high
Like medicinal leaves
For the trees provide a comforting breeze.
It permits us to breathe
With Expressions at ease like the calm of the sea,
Before dust devils climb to a thousand degrees
And your souls make it past all the smoke and debris...
You'll look all around,
With no future to see.
But when that first ray of sunlight starts blinding your face
May it leave the burning lust for hope,
Don't let it ever be replaced by fate
Derived by weight from thoughts of tight ropes
Though your struggles are dark,
Soon the outcome shines bright.
So keep those bright whites in sight even after the fights
Then dust off your boots
And step back in the wild
Where reality's cold
bittersweet dreams worthwhile
And the forecast not often is comfortably mild.
For only broken smiles
Can weather storms of this kind
for the next thousand miles.
so smile lonely child, smile.
=)
so smile lonely child, smile.
=)
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