Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Inner Strength

Broken promises, broken dreams.
Broken life, so it seems.

My heart aches for more,
Floating through the clouds, I want to soar.

It feels so close, as if I can touch;
then reality sets in, and I'm crushed.

Faith the size of a mustard seed.
Changes...complications...situations impede.

Time and time again, I stand up strong.
Broken promises, broken dreams...all along.

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