Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Hoods

I can't let go of the past,
it's apart of my life.
The time I've been able to grow up
all happened to fast.
A child faced with fears of the dark.
Slowly making his light shine,
I am able to claim what is finally mine.

Swords and shields, heroes and thieves,
What I thought, is what I believe.
Never letting go, never losing grip,
Soft castles for my gentle heart.
I played God. I was what I wanted.
I never let go. I will always know.

In love with the past,
content with the present,
afraid of future.
Love what I've done,
satisfied with where I am,
scared of what lies ahead.

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