Troubles were far away

I used to stand ontop of the world
Where troubles were far away
When thoughts like this did not exist
When depression did not know my day

I knew possibilities
I knew many choices
When my mind was calm and pure
and did not know these voices

I once stood on the highest mountain
and did not need these ropes
I once knew how to dream
I once knew how to hope

I knew the razor
I now know what it can do
I never believed in demons
Now I know the myths are true

by childOFtheNIGHT
posted on 03/04/2009