Brave is the soul that aches
In the midst of the valley she takes
Where trees and flowers wave her by..
As the tears cease but her heart cries.
And the days pass slow
Onward she goes
Through the stale stench of time.
Brave is the soul that aches
In the midst of the heart that breaks
Where the beat of blood rushes by
As her mind considers why.
And the minutes pass slow
Onward she goes
Through the ravaged halls of time.
Brave is the soul that aches
Through a smile that is fake.
Where people smile back at her lie.
Tears hidden behind tired eyes.
And the days pass slow
Onward she goes
Through the broken shards of life.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 