A Life Story

By Eve Young

I find refuge in the night
When everyone's sound asleep
It's the only time of the day
When I could hear my heart beat.

I get to think of things
And of people that I love
I get to think of the past
And of the faults I have had.

I used to be the best
I used to do what's good
I put my faith to rest
Lived life as I understood.

But all I took were wrong turns
Reached a lot of road ends
Tried to block my own path
Vague were my amends.

I lost trust
I lost love and glances
I lost hope
Left were blurred chances.

I ask myself now
Why is my life a mess?
I knew the answer somehow
I never really did what's best.


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