trees line this old dirt road
these shoes have covered the gravel
mile after mile after mile
i am broken.
inadequate.
lonely.
insecure.
terrified.
alone, in a crowd
full of people
who say they love me
i am shutting down.
this road holds my dreams
carrying the teardrops of my past
the worries of my present
and the secrets of my future
i can't wait to find you.
i know you have the key
to this secret garden of my heart
that's been locked up, hidden away
things i hold so tight
grasping with white knuckles
i'd rather crush them
than to let the world see
He is preparing you
because this heart locked
many have knocked on the gate
but the cold rod iron
dripping with icy rain drops
leaves them hopeless as they turn away.
i know you'll persevere
we've both learned the hard way
failure.
is.
never.
final.
that still takes convincing.
i am waiting...
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