Sometimes – 2

wall of fear

Sometimes the past is a prison,
building walls of regret and fear.
Freedom is found in the now.
Sometimes the past is a prison.
We hold the key to our freedom.
Lock the door of the past with your key.
Sometimes the past is a prison,
building walls of regret and fear.

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4 Responses to Sometimes – 2

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  2. dykewriter says:

    true
    fear is now

    Like

  3. justme792 says:

    wonderfully written, and so true as well! =)

    Like

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