Take off that Knife


Every night she tries to fight
this feeling that she has inside,
trying to escape, taking flight,
up on to the sky so high.

Taking care, reminds with spark,
be safe and then retrace to smile,
that even though the day is dark,
the sun will still come out and shine.

Only time could heal your pain
no sorrow now, and still so brave
but then tears drifting down again
like rivers flowing, turned in rain.

Tries to stop, but clouds are gray,
rainbows looming up, they play,
like free birds out of their cage
fleeing, running, proud with grace.

She goes back to her lonely life,
but now yes; trying hard to smile
with one thing only left to try
forget the past, taking off that knife.

Chelo Campo