The soft wind blowing on my face;
I suppose I haven't fallen too far from grace,
Allowing myself to breathe again,
Remembering to close my eyes now and then.
The wind blows in my face;
Gone; now alone, without a trace..
Fighting to stay alive
Wondering how I will ever survive.
Maybe one day I'll be happy;
But is that even possible for me?
With a guilty conscious I think
And then it starts to sink..
There is only so much I can do
Someone's thoughts aren't see-through
People lie and cheat
Some can never be beat.
Maybe this time it was me;
With this past, I can never be free
But in my heart I know
The kindness will always glow.
Now I let the wind blow over the sweet grass
Waiting for time to pass
Knowing one day you'll meet me here
And I will no longer have that lingering fear.
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