A house must be demolished for a new one to be built,
A glass must be emptied to be filled again, A canvas must be painted to become art.
Those who fall, get back up,
Those who fail, try again,
Those who lose find themselves one step closer to winning.
The flowers bloom after it rains,
The sun brings light to the darkness,
The blue sky can be seen after the clouds move on.
It’s Band-Aids instead of stitches, It’s glue on a broken vase,
It’s turning over the page.
But…
The wound heals slow,
And the cracks still show,
And the story is still on the other side
They say the phrases to heal, But the healing words-
Heal no better than time.
