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Created on: March 08, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
"Snow and Serenity"
Forgiviness is a fool;
Believing in fairies and magical dust,
Having hope in people who have failed before,
Betting against all odds
And proving time and time again
That humanity doesn't deserve your time.
Like a gentle snow fall on a cold, late winter afternoon,
Just as we think the storm has ended,
The sun peaks through the thinnest clouds in the sky
And the snow continues to fall, after all;
Creating a serenity that baffles the mind
Because the sun forces you to stop
And the snow, quiet and slow, soothes you to your soul.
Is this someone's miracle wish and the rest of us are bystanders?
Will a rainbow appear? Will a shooting star kiss the sky?
Do harden hearts really find ways to soften?
Is it possible to turn back the clock and change history;
To change all the bad to good?
I'm sorry, but history is written on a cold, hard stone.
But, the snow can fall while it's sunny outside.
People can forgive after years of silence and abandonment.
We can't forget, that after we die
Nothing stops the world from orbitting and spinning.
There's no second chance to capture that happily ever after.
We mourn our lost, and forget its existence to live on.
So, Forgiviness, as foolish as you are
You shine the light when the night is dark,
You give us hope that hearts can heal,
You give us that second chance to reconnect
And salvage whatever snow we can grab
To build a snowman, together at last, on this bright sunny afternoon.
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