Time (After the Hourglass Stops)

After 6 months, having all you can take.

Seems like such a long time since there was peace.

The hatred of ourselves numbs the pain of rejection.

Everyday is a battle with your own mind

Silently you ache for change, to fulfill the vision in your dreams.

What if after all the old burns away will they accept the new person?

If hope is born of suffering, then maybe it be worth the suffering.

Maybe that’s why it means so much to be held,

After the isolation of the icy past to the warm embrace of the future.

After the hour glass stops and we survive.

We can turn it over and live with renewed stronger lives.