Night falls on your sadness, or thy revolt.
As a boat drunk, you think you pitching and sinking.
But you created a world for you, where you'll overcome all the fighters, strong arms that are yours. Your rebellion is your strength, and my pain.
Me, I'm out of rebellion, because I have more war, no land to discover.
your strength that's life ahead of you. Your rebellion is what you think you can have the pent-up anger in you. This anger, it has all had. This world we invented, made of rebellions and one act: his own.
And then one day you find yourself alone. Because rats have jumped ship. and it is only the bar. That day we said that we must reach the ground, moor the boat, and stop to listen.
Listen to life, others, hers. Those who think wise and full of experience. Those who want to take you hand to guide you. Even if they do so clumsily, even if you think they want to destroy you. Why do you think they are there if not for you. What if you were not interested they let you do whatever you want. Because simply, they are indifferent.
But love has all the excesses that carries the world. And express it is sometimes difficult. And the mistakes you think being qu'haine are really signals of love. Even poorly known, even shouted, they are there. Tell you things felt, to be honest, be true. All
do for you without even you know it. Want only your happiness is what makes us tick. We
you push forward, we who are already behind in trying to follow you. What we
other than you?
Help us to help you and accept our words.
Let the storm pass, it never lasts, and makes the meadows green again. Whether you serve for
t'enraciner in life, and find in depth what is best in you, and god knows there are a. I admire and am
proud of the little man you are. You are the essence of my life, my fuel, my reason for being.
Especially do not shut yourself in a world that is not yours, and come join mine.
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