My Small Sparrow

Days of old, days anew

Days we have to think things through

There is no shame in loss, regret

We do the things we can, and yet

Something else is always there

Something else to burden, bear

Something that we set our eyes

Something reaching to the skies

No one knows what lies ahead

The choice is ours: to hope, or dread

Me myself, I’ve thought it through

And hope is all I hang onto

Hope for life, forgive the past

For memories, some should not last

The only thing that matters true

Lies far ahead, the future you

Do not dwell the trivial

Nothings not forgivable

Ease your mind, let worries go

Free yourself, my small sparrow


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