I heard the breeze,
I saw the signs,
That it is time,
For me to change,
And move to a different climb.
Often heard the whispers,
Whispers from the sour wind,
About things that aren't good to hear,
Things that make you wish to disappear.
It's okay when life gives you lime,
Just stand up tall,
And tell the world,
That you'll be fine.
When you think you fall too low,
So low that you hit the rock below,
Have faith in what I'm going to say,
It is better that way.
The journey is yours to make,
And it is yours to take,
Don't let others make you stay,
Especially when you think it is a mistake.
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The Journey of Broken Paper Plane
PoetryLife doesn't always work the way we wanted it to, but it doesn't mean for us to stop flying through the course of life with our very own paper plane.
