All I Could Do Is Cry..

As the old days passed before me
I shuddered,holding back my tears
I smiled,remembering the happy things I do
And great many things I wish I'd been through

As the present days passed by me
I shuddered,holding myself in,not wanting to give up
I struggled to give myself a big,big smile everyday
I trudged along the winding path hoping that I 'll survived..

Standing in the corner,watching the world around me evolving
I wept silently,I cried my heart softly,and foldaway every bitter memories
Keeping them in the very secret corner in me
I hope someday they would burst freely,beautifully..
Leaving no trace,no scars behind..just beautiful memories

I do not have the heart that hates
I do not have the heart that fakes
I do not have the heart that simply go against my faith
But I do have the heart that lives..

A heart that lives is a heart that feels
A heart that feel is harder to heal
And I do not wish for others to pry
That is why all I could do is cry..