The ones who taught me,
you don't have to be cut to feel like,
you're bleeding or torn apart inside.
The ones who showed me in the small,
hours of the morning great joys can hide.
That a sigh can speak a thousand words,
And some have nothing to say,
Even though they can talk at you all night and day.
The ones who taught me love and pain,
are really all the same- it's just two edges of
the same sword,
full of loss and gain
I've heard that darkness has a face
that reaches far beyond it's grasp.
And that on the road to being who you are,
it's the journey, not the path.
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