Its hard to breathe, its hard to see,
With these tears in my eyes,
I can barely move, I can barely stand,
On this pile of misery and lies.
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Bubbles of happiness I see below,
From this pile that stands tall,
I want to be there, not here,
But my heart can’t bear another fall.
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Still haunted by the memory of last fall,
That I took to chase my dreams,
Everything was just as it is now,
The same happy bubbles below, through which sunshine gleams.
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Alone and Deserted, on this desolate pile,
Amidst this hopelessness I gear a new tone,
A tune, a melody, that whispers hope to my heart,
An encouragement it filled, that melody unknown.
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So here I stand, to take a leap to escape,
rather than a leap of faith,
A desperate effort to escape ,
my worries, my life and my fate.
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I know not whether I’ll reach that happiness,
those gleaming bubbles of joy I see.
what I know is even if I land on another pile,
I’ll never leave this joy, that melody instilled in me.
it rains in my heart 