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"The Light At The End" —Alice, 13


When will my window of sky open?

Where does this mad sun of fire end?
The black medications have to end someday
All I feel is the need to look inside myself
I want to feel the quiet without jolting headaches
A whisper of hope is as rare as diamond rain
But in the end of time the cold flames wash away my pain
Green emerald hope waits at the end of this tunnel
Joy in pounds of gold awaits for me
A kingdom of smiles and laughter motivates me to walk forward

© 2006 Purple Songs Can Fly

The Light At The End

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