In times of great sorrow anger can flow,
and scorching the mountains, roll to the sea.
The path that it takes will burn hot and slow,
and damage it does is only to me.
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Departing my life a nit at a time,
emotional wellness starts to erode.
I try to recover thoughts in my mind,
and get them to travel on the right road.
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When reason becomes the ultimate goal,
the holes in my soul will start to be sealed.
Though sorrow has played the prominent role,
my tears are all gone and now I am healed.
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I think with a mind that’s clear and concise,
and feel with a soul that’s airy and light.
It's time to take wonder out of its vise,
releasing great vibes that fly like a kite.
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They fly through the sky with greatest of ease,
and merge with the clouds on soft winter breeze.
My happy tears fall as rains water trees,
and turning to snow cause anger to freeze.