She read her story out of a book.
Telling me, if I wanted to have a life like hers,
Do four things,
Live, Love, Fly, and cry
She told me,
Cry, because you’re happy
Cry, because you’re sad
Cry, because you’re alive
Cry, because you can
She told me
Love and risk it all
Love till it hurts
Love till you can’t stop
Love until you die.
She told me,
Fly till the end is near
Fly till you reach the stars
Fly till you feel yourself dancing to the rhythm of the wind
She told me,
If I did all of that,
I damn sure better be living a life worthwhile,
Living for me,
Living to be
Somebody I’m proud of being.
Beautiful words.^^
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ReplyDeleteWe all need to live and love :D
And realize that crying is not, in any way, a sign of weakness; and that birds aren't the only ones that can fly.
Haha! i understand totally!>>:)
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