Adrift in a world that's sincere
Dust floats with flecks of gold
Truth untold, my tongue lay upon utterance
If your ear were not deaf to hear
To encompass the longing in my pulse for what is real
Would you be brave enough to wait with me there,
To endure with patience until the truth becomes clear?
Would you pour your words into glass,
Hold the life inside of me until the darkness has passed,
Pick every thorn from my flesh,
Kiss every wound that has been beaten into my chest?
I need the simple things re-born
A childlike radiance to overcome
This life is much too harsh
Unraveled, I've come undone
My eyelids drop heavy in the dew of yesterday
Wipe off defeat from my olive skin
My mind is in need of a great win
So I stop, I sit, I daydream
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