The search for happiness is one of the chief sources of unhappiness.
he turns to the sunlight,And lifts her face up,She searches for the light,The light of hope, the light to kill her darkness She is broken inside, has lost her hope to revive,It__ all dark even in the brightest of daylight,She was living with the hurricane eyes all her lifeBut today, the storm has hit high,Touching her face, blowing her mind,Whispering into her subconscious mind,And as the lamp comes to her sight,She finds the real source of light, Gathering all broken pieces to survive, The light she was searching for has always been inside.Because she has always been the star wrapped in the skin of life!! ~AB
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he turns to the sunlight,And lifts her face up,She searches for the light,The light of hope, the light to kill her darkness She is broken inside, has lost her hope to revive,It__ all dark even in the brightest of daylight,She was living with the hurricane eyes all her lifeBut today, the storm has hit high,Touching her face, blowing her mind,Whispering into her subconscious mind,And as the lamp comes to her sight,She finds the real source of light, Gathering all broken pieces to survive, The light she was searching for has always been inside.Because she has always been the star wrapped in the skin of life!! ~AB
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