• andthen 200w

    I guess the weight I carry in my soul would be a little lighter,
    If only I would learn to leave my pain behind,
    And yet I know I won't,
    But not cause I'm a fighter...

    It is because I hoard the tiny broken shards and shells,
    I hoard the pebbles I find from ancient wells,
    I hoard the memories I can but also all the wounds,
    Because I'm made of clouds you see,
    And I would float away like a dozen blue balloons...