Through It All
My life is played upon a stage
like a singer is to a song
with every tune I sing of mine
I show you just where I belong
standing here on the edge of time
It is like an open book
that is there for all to see
it holds a story to tell
on every single page
each word finely written
Nothing left out or forgotten
it shares the tears of my sadness
that for so long have fell
or the anger that's inside of me
that built up into rage
With each and every chapter read
I let you inside of my head
and showed you my pain and sorrow
or gave you hope for a better tomorrow
let you see life is but limited to borrow
You seen my days of happiness
filled with joy and sunshine
you watched me stumble and fall
and with every step I took
you been there through it all
Spiritwind-2012
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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