... but will my hardship leave my heart in such a state
to be incapable of happiness?
broken, heartless, and hopeless,
are those around me.
They walk on in their lives
oblivious that there could be more.
If they perhaps stopped to say hello
and be friends.
Rather then walk all over my poor little heart,
and pillage whatever they find there.
Where is the strength of the Warrior?
Where is the patience of the Lady?
Where is the faith of a Child?
These three, come to me
Fastest on wind's solid ride
So that I may not fall prey
To those who Evil gives its day
A hard first week in the fearsome land of College... wish I could run away home and forget anything ever happened. I must find the strength to be brave in the face of all that would bring me down.
Far easier said than done.