My heart was burning,
Burning brightly.
But then you hurt me,
And not just slightly.
I came tumbling,
down my mountain.
the painful truth,
shut down my fountain.
I lay there deathly,
Cold and pale.
Until you helped me,
Rise my sail.
Setting off,
Into the sea-blue sky,
My imagination,
Started to fly.
My soul was lifted,
My candle lit.
Until I was left,
Lying in that pit.
It started to rain,
And my candle was dying,
My soul fell,
And stopped flying.
No one was there ,
To help me stand;
No one was there,
To lend me a hand.
I laid there dying
Starting to cry,
As people would soon
Later ask why.
Why I hadn't,
looked around.
To see the people
looking down.
Holding out
their hands,
to try and help me,
with their own plans.
After that
you ask me why,
why I had lain there
and started to cry.
Not many know,
But im not who I seem.
I'm not the optimist,
Who has lots of dreams.
Im not someone who dreams about
Faeries dancing on moon beams
Im someone who thinks
All about life.
Who spends their time
With pain and strife.
When it was done raining,
It seemed like time was up.
But then a hand
Came out of nowhere,
It seemed to belong
To a friendly good-doer
It lifted me up
And gave me a push.
I soon found myself
On my own turf.
People who had gone
Through conflict and pain,
People who had been hurt
Just the same.
My life became happy
And we helped each other out.
And now, none of us have
A single complain or doubt