Just When You Thought by Liz V.

Just when you thought of giving up
Just when you thought of leaving
A simple pat on the shoulder
Will bring you back, striving

Just when you thought it’s hopeless
Just when you thought everything’s wasted
Someone would say it’s ok…
There’ll be another day.

When you’ve done everything, unappreciated
And just when you’ve given it all, unreciprocated
Someone would say you’re special
You are loved, and happy simply because you’re there…

Failure, disappointment
Also comes to those who wait
To those who strive
To those who dreamed and tried
But don’t let it drown you
Don’t let it ripped you through
Never give up!
Don’t look in another direction
Stay motivated, focused
The house you built
Will open its door for you once more

Failure

it’s not what is served on the table, but who you’re eating with;
it’s not the marble, the glass, the linen, but who’s in it;
it’s not the space and time, not the world either
it’s the child’s embrace, the genuine laughter
it’s the one who stands waiting on the door
the one who thinks you’re enough
the reason, the inspiration… nothing more.
– liz.v –

it’s not what is served on the table, but who you’re eating with;
it’s not the marble, the glass, the linen, but who’s in it;
it’s not the space and time, not the world either
it’s the child’s embrace, the genuine laughter
it’s the one who stands waiting on the door
the one who thinks you’re enough
the reason, the inspiration… nothing more.
– liz.v –

it’s not what is served on the table, but who you’re eating with;
it’s not the marble, the glass, the linen, but who’s in it;
it’s not the space and time, not the world either
it’s the child’s embrace, the genuine laughter
it’s the one who stands waiting on the door
the one who thinks you’re enough
the reason, the inspiration… nothing more.
– liz.v –

it’s not what is served on the table, but who you’re eating with;
it’s not the marble, the glass, the linen, but who’s in it;
it’s not the space and time, not the world either
it’s the child’s embrace, the genuine laughter
it’s the one who stands waiting on the door
the one who thinks you’re enough
the reason, the inspiration… nothing more.
– liz.v –