You can dye your hair, you can move to a new town. Dec. 23rd 2008
But no matter what else, you are still the same…
Dye it black, or dye it brilliant blonde, like an angel.
The regrets and pain are still the same.
It takes wings to fly, it takes hope to dream.
So what happens when your wings know not how to take flight,
And what happens when your hope is too burdened to cry?
Author notes
i was going through a really rough emotional transition this past Christmastime...i find that emotional turmoil seems to be the best soil for the creativity, in any case. =P
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