My heart aches from the lies,
Lies more to myself,
Rather than anyone else,
For years I've felt this pain,
Like a knife plunging deep within,
Rearing its ugly head when I pray,
Making everything seem wrong,
Wrong until I go somewhere and feel the breeze,
Or the sweet mist's lips against my cheek,
The earth's loving touch tickling my toes,
To release my spirit from these chains,
That lies within the fires of my heart.
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