Its deafening in here I can’t even see my own thoughts swirl
It’s like a ballerina forced to leap and jump and twirl
Ripped from one wing to the other my toes are cracked and bleeding
I cannot walk I cannot talk, my steps and words they are misleading,
I bend I mold I shape I fake I conform to every whim
I cannot find out who I am when I am so lost in him
What once was a rock that lifted me up has slowly pinned me down
My ribs are cracked my heart exposed and no savior is around
He was the one who’s ears were clear, who heard my every word
I must now be speaking drunkenly, he says my words they are absurd
I cannot fight for I must love, though love may kill me in the end
Kind words fall right through the cracks we never stopped to mend
Can one give up a vision although only one man holds
Or do I see it through, find the glue, or is the blacksmiths fire cold?
I cannot run I cannot hide I cannot make a sound,
I can only wait to seal my fate and believe his love will still surround.
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