New Day

The dark skies never last, Storms come and go But we still cling to the past Oh, how I've missed the happiest moments I had in life the will the desire to see another day I guess tides were never in my favor to begin with. Each day yields a different lesson, bare another grief. How I've turned into a grave, I guess the dead never speak, Flowers blossom, where they are enriched. Butterflies flee to the most prettiest thing they see. I've been drowning with no way to raise my head above these heavy waters, Suffocating slowly and receiving comfort in strangers' shoulders. What can I do to set myself free? Come a new day, i yearn for peace.