The Voices of Thoughts

I once heard from the voice of the wind,
confronting your past will help you move on.
I heard through the whispered shimmers of the grass,
weakness is not the option to live.
I looked at a twinkle from the stars
and it showed me dreams do come true.
I looked at the light of the moon,
that staying strong can help me get far.

I've strolled a dark path staring back into the memories
seeing that young girl whose eyes were once filled with dreams.
That young girl were onced determined,
that young girl was me.
Her imagination of dreams has been destroyed
and i see that I've disappointed her.
So I walked away forever heartless.

But now I've come back to visit the old pictures of the past.
Looking into the cold eyes of memory
expressing angered thoughts that were being built for so long.
Tears of non-happiness streamed like a slow river
going down an endless path.
Confronting the pain that has been there for so long
may now be at rest and disappear into the mist of dawn.

Finally closing the door of painful misery and sadness
and now opening a door to strength of the body, mind, soul,
leading down a road of passion and confidence for success.

I once thought that I've came back to life witha strong mentality.
But I feel that the warmth in my heart has left me so pensive,
the tears from my eyes are still going about that same path,
and my mind may now be released into the shattered world of lost thoughts.