Lives flutter like leaves in the wind.
What years, months, days do we have left?
Time keeps slipping by us.
Life keeps passing by.

This is what I say:
Plant flowers.
Spread love.
Appreciate what you have.
And make the best of what lies ahead.

Not all wounds heal.
Not all scars fade.
Some hurt never goes away.
Sometimes everything is not ok, and WILL NOT BE.

But we can survive.
We can keep going.
We can fight our way thru the suffocating darkness, and into the light again.

Time can bring release.
And someday you can be ok again.
Someday you can be yourself again.
You will be whole again.