And the moral of the story is hope.
Quicksand
Natalie Walker
I must have been so stupid
I must have been so out of touch
He must have been so clever
Convincing me that this was really love
Desperate for words
Lost in a maze
It fell apart
I lost my place
It hurt so bad
I cried for days
Time healed all pain
Now I’m okay
How many times can my heart break
Disillusioned by the thought of flawless love
Will I every get there
Or am I drowning in quicksand
With no relief to come
I’ll rise from all my sorrow
Let the sun shine on my face
All alone in comfort
Its my solitude I will embrace
I will rise from my sorrow…
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