by Mitchell Beanland

Created on: December 14, 2009   Last Updated: December 15, 2009

Long were the nights for this restless soul; searching for what he lost in the deepest snow.
Under the fading stars and with everything to gain, he left a trail of memories to follow home again.
And as hopelessness sunk deep into his mind, rain washed away the trail he left behind.
Now he searches for himself in days as dark as night.
Down the dead straight road lined with broken homes, he grew up there wishing his heart was made of stone.
And in a hell he called 'home' he waited and prayed for the haunting memories to fade.
He saw the world through miseries eyes.
Watching relentless rain pour from the blackest skies he locked his heart tight against the cold.
To the devil for some warmth, he sold his soul.

And these stars will always shine but they lost their touch in his eyes

The passers by tossed him down offcuts of sympathy.
His worries fell on deaf ears, and so it would always be.

But one night he woke and the stars were so bright. He forgot his woes and now he gazed with new sight.
From the lessons he had learnt and had taken to heart, he vowed to be the light that ended all dark.

And I choose to live no regrets, for we are moulded by our hardships.

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