Sculptures
To who they really are,
The form behind the shadow,
That hides behind the facade,
Yet for all of those that are there,
One element always remains,
Every single one I see bares,
A sky with black and grey stains,
This dark shroud can encompass you,
And drain your spirit,
With everything thing that you do,
But you don't have to let it,
You shouldn't let things get you down,
You've so much to look forward to,
Even if in this dreary town,
These thoughts are hard to get through,
So tomorrow when you awake,
See this as a fresh chance,
Your world is a sculpture you make,
Make it good and make it last.
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