A song about life

More and more curtains were closed then,
doors seemed to jam and houses burnt down.
This was the town my life used to be:
weeds taking over the streets and the walls.

I lived in a ruin, caused by habits I had.
My view blurred by spiders, that were broken glass.
I watched others clean up but give up as well.
We all lived in hell behind curtains, withdrawn.

So I moved to a life that was better for me,
the weeds here seem flowers of beauty and grace.
I feel quite relieved I have left the old place
and I open the curtains. As now I am free.

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Comments on: "A song about life" (4)

  1. We all have this dream…in one form or another…

  2. ‘So I moved to a life that was better for me,
    the weeds here seem flowers of beauty and grace.
    I feel quite relieved I have left the old place
    and I open the curtains. As now I am free.’

    And so it has been for me, too, Ina. (At least, when our crazy neighbor isn’t making it like a war zone with target shooting)

    Lovely, lovely piece. XO ♥

    • Hi Diane, thank you very much and your neighbour is an inconsiderate idiot 🙂 ♥ xx

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