new life?

is it really?

to a friend who tells me I deserve to smile

to a long night talk I would never let to be forgiven

to a friend I thought I’d lost, and cried inside

 

to the memories that help us live

to the courage of being who you are

to the small lies which make life easier to bear with

 

to the lyrics I wrote when being 19, when I was more myself

than I will ever be again

 

to old and new friends

to love kept unstained

to the sweet emotion of seeing someone dear 

 

to the small things without which the world would be unbearable 

to the joy found in laughter, and to the courage raising from despair

to living your life doing what matter most to you, 

and being prepared to pay the price 

 

to my mother, who wished to see me turn 18th,

and died so worried she’d left me all by myself 

too soon

 

to the tears which make us free

to broken dreams, but to the strength of picking up the pieces

to a child’s smile 

to the joy of living through the sadness and happiness along the way 

 

to not running from what life has to offer to you

to no regrets

to God above us who loves us all, the god ones and the bad ones,

all the same