From the heart

You carry scars and walk with tired eyes,
Only you know your heart and what happens inside.
Unending pain, memories, can bind your mind,
And that past can truly hurt, only one step behind.
No matter how many came before the seventy two,
Dont ever forget that one promise, you made to you.
In time scars fade, but your promise will keeps its power,

When your heart starts to hurt, no matter the hour,
Always remember it, never let depression devour.
Life can be a battle, there are times you must truly fight,
Know you arent alone, and give it all your might.
There are things that can happen, that can never be taken back,
Others can be hidden, thrown away in a sack.
Good things will come, they will push away the bad,
Everytime, I too will be there, whenever you are sad.
These hands may be strong, but with them i choose to write,
Here is what i choose to do, i need not for any might.
Each tear on the page, a testament to care.
Really each one, and shed them i dare.

Please remain strong, and never lose hope,
Live precious, I hurt when i see you mope.
Even if hope is lost, I will hold you through all the frost,
A new day the sun will shine, if not, i will give you a piece of mine.
Say the words, and i will appear,
Even though I am never far, I will always be here.
Never more will you cry alone, your
Eyes to me you have shown.
Vividly you painted the colors of your heart,
Each brush stroke, each emotion, every tear,
Reach, hold on to that one thing that drives away the fear.
Like minded people should walk side by side,
Enabling each other to get strong, while time we all bide.
All else is merely sand,
Very quickly does it fall, as does the moving hand.
Entire nations could rise and fall, but it is you that means it all.