Connected with life
The beat of my life
from ups and downs
walking, stumbeling, flying
straight ahead to drop
to fall, to go on
and on
The beat of my life
brusies of hits
scars of memories
faded away
to silently and muddy
remind me of the gray colour
The beat of my life
raindrops hitting me from up above
as the tears of melancholy was born
to transform to an ocean
of the beat of my life
learing how to swim
in the endless pool
The beat of my life
turn page after page
go back, go forward
give up and fight
hit the beat of my life
like the strife in ones heart
The beat of my life
is born of things I've done
things I've thought
things I've been trough
is the beating of life
of my heart
The beat of my life
has been darkness
of the blackest dark
has been light
of the brightest light
and I have learned
to face, to see
to accept that this is how
life moves on together with me
because the taste of life
my life is bittersweet
my life and I have finally been introduced
finally we meet
through seraching from stage one
I've this final thought
that this life I'm walking in
is mine to choose
only mine to take
The things I hide
Is awarness of ugly fake
And I have learned
to face, to see
to accept that this is how
life goes on together with me
Poetry by Malin Johansson
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Written on 2006-08-13 at 21:00
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