If you stood above the swirling dark waters
\nAnd you let the colored rain wash away
\nAll the dirt collected
\nFrom the words unleashed
\nFrom the dreams trampled
\nFrom the hearts pricked
\nDripping down to the cliffs below<\/p>\n
Would it feel better now?
\nWould you feel clean?
\nWould your fingers feel the breeze?
\nOr insist that the wind does not care?<\/p>\n
I’ll hold my palms up
\nAnd gather those anxieties
\nCupping them here
\nBury them into a box
\nDeep into the unseen cave<\/p>\n
Forget those worries
\nForget those concerns
\nRemember this moment<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If you stood above the swirling dark waters And you let the colored rain wash away All the dirt collected From the words unleashed From the dreams trampled From the hearts pricked Dripping down to the cliffs below Would it … Continue reading