Go and Try


When love bleeds red
and roses die
I would tell you
You should still try
to glow on Sun
to fly high

When hope cuts vein
and dreams feel shy
I would tell you
go and try
to battle the storm
and to ask why

You have walked miles
still, miles to come
wounds are healed
and blood get dry
It is the rest
that makes you die

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