Sunday 4 April 2010

poem3

The survivours in our life
are the ones who keep in going
they are running into knives
get up again, never showing.

The survivours never quit
they are hurting but keep pushing through
even if it doesn't fit
they will find a way to do.

The survivours are full of hope
though they sometimes fall apart
they will find a way to cope
another day another start.

The survivours fall and fly
as up and down they're flowing
even survivours sometimes cry
but keep fighting without knowing!

Petra haller

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