"Knowing that everything comes to an end
is a gift of experience, a consolation gift for knowing
that we ourselves are coming to an end.
Before we get it we live in a continuous present,
and imagine the future as more of that present.
Happiness is endless happiness, innocent of its own
sure passing. Pain is endless pain."
–TOBIAS WOLFF
INNER CITY STORIES
I Could Rise
If I wanted to I could rise
From the pain
From the hurt
I could rise and blossom into beauty from dirt
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But I’m stuck in the mud
Held down by the pain
Covered in blood
And bound by a chain
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One day I will rise
I will smile
I will laugh
I'll have fun without trying
And I won't have to ask
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I'll be confident and strong
Happy and outgoing
Maybe you’ll see it
I’ll be glowing