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Hibernating is not part of my plan.
Don't have a word, my heart is really dumb.
In those time, I thought it was a lost cause.
I can't find my heart, the pen is lost.
Inspiration doesn't struck me like t'was before.
My heart is aching, can't do it anymore.
The feelings seems dead and gone,
I can't even write a simple poem in my hand.
I let it go and let if fly.
Someday it'll come back and make me high.
The rhyme of life will make me cry.
To see my dream fills my new found sky.
Now, I am writing from my heart again.
The words flow from the dam of my pain.
I reached out to embrace there in,
The journey of love and life from deep within.
Don't have a word, my heart is really dumb.
In those time, I thought it was a lost cause.
I can't find my heart, the pen is lost.
Inspiration doesn't struck me like t'was before.
My heart is aching, can't do it anymore.
The feelings seems dead and gone,
I can't even write a simple poem in my hand.
I let it go and let if fly.
Someday it'll come back and make me high.
The rhyme of life will make me cry.
To see my dream fills my new found sky.
Now, I am writing from my heart again.
The words flow from the dam of my pain.
I reached out to embrace there in,
The journey of love and life from deep within.