Truth is I cry
I cry in the light
I cry in the dark
The tears begin to form
They form into a puddle
A puddle known as pain
One that reflects hatrid and evil
when your looking through it
much has been put into it
It comes from a of life
But once the tears start flowing
It brings me to my calm
and I begin to feel light
the head ache of living this way
it begins to worry me less
My body seems to become almost weightless
I begin to drift unto my dream cloud
high away I float upon the walk of hope
It is my hope for tomorrow
It is my breath of fresh air
so i breath deep, deeply I breath
For i yearn for it
Peace of mind is what I want
Peace in life is what I need in this world of chaos
Cool, calm, and collective I stand
Slowly I progress and surely myself will come together
drying the body of water
evaporating the evil out of my life
Forming the the pond back into just one tear
This may not seem like much of an inspiration
but this tear that has dried from the pond
it is apart of a dream
no longer will you look through this pond and see
the hatrid and the pain of a troubled soul
for that is my dream
to see water at peace, in serenity
