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I didn’t get mad at first When I had to walk away. There simply wasn’t enough room For me to sit and stay. The anger came soon enough And grew stronger day by day When she could still sit next to you I could only hope that again I may. I’ve always felt cast out That I was just a waste But you mended that little bit of me. You just didn’t use strong enough paste. So I can only sit away from you Anger on my face It seemed that from your mind My love was erased. So now I sit far away My heart torn in two As I sit and watch While she laughed with you. And you have yet to notice That the strong can cry to

I believe in the sun, the moon, and all the stars I have forgiven those who gave me scars For the mark left on me, is just a memory Of who I was before For the light still shines And scars are but lines To show that I have healed More will be made By word or by blade But the red will not slow me down The past is gone And I await the dawn Of the day where all is new For I believe in the moon and the sun And thought this battle is yet to be won The night like the stars I will shine through

Songs of the jay, Such beautiful Melodies. The Dawn's first Rays, A darkened sky turned bright. Buds so green, Slowly begin to blossom. The darkness chased away, Its enemy burning bright. The sun rises high, The horizon forgotten. The Wind blows by, Empty air now full. The songs travel far, carried by the voice of the Wind. A listening ear turned By those who yearn to be Heard. Upon its zenith, Like Fire raining down, The light so bright, Not a shadow to be found. The lush green grass, Morning dew long gone, Bathed in the Blue Of the guides path true. Its descent so slow, The light slowly fading, It most give room, For the Moon's magica