Observation Of One Poem by Vasily 250

This was a gift that you threw away
This was a prayer that was underplayed
This was a dream that was an illusion to me
This was frame I made, so you might see

I wished upon the brightest magic
I wished upon the most delicate potion
I wished upon the ancient gods
I wished and no one seemed to notice

Let time be kind to the broken souls
Let time heal all wounds
Let time reveal it endless wisdom
Don’t let time run out for you

Curse the way she move through air
Curse the fate that we all share
Curse the day when we forgive
Curse the mistakes when we never lived

Lay down your weapon so we may embrace
Lay down your fears and let your embers glow
Lay down your morals so we may not regret
Lay down, just lay down and rest you beaten soul

Wake and show the day your strength
Wake and rebuild the life you chose to take
Wake and smile at the thing you hate
Wake and smile at so called fate