Treasure Island

Iris Mista

(Bolsward)

Why Being Strong?


I can not describe the sadness
of seeing how others ache
from the exact same madness
in which all seems more than fake

Not being able to get through
while understanding it so clearly
impossible to take away the woe
no matter how cared so dearly

That is why we have to stay
being strong at any cost
to never leave and go away
for all of us will be lost

Today it might be it is you
tomorrow it possible is me
together we can get through
when there is no way to be

That is why we are here for
whenever it goes amiss
it is not about giving more
for sharing is our mutual bliss

June 24,2013

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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