Scent of sunshine
Happy days
Little by little
Time slips away
Forgetting the nightmares
Frightening dreams
Calming the sanity
Not as bad as it seems
Blanket of silence
In a darkening shroud
So far from feeling
Emptiness so loud
Waiting for rainbows
After the rain
Free from restrictions
Just pull off the chains
Walking on sunshine
Making no sound
Finding my own way
No longer bound.
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