To the brokenhearted
No words can heal
Time will nurture their wounds
To the brokenhearted
No words can heal
Time will nurture their wounds
Don’t count me in
I’m leaving again
Your horses are dragging me down
Like clouded sun rays
You ruin my days
I don’t want to see you around
But the only way out
And away from your pout
Is for me to go back out to sea
Where the air is much fresher
Without you and your pressure
Just horizons that beckon to me
When the world gave me mud pie…
I pretended it was soft serve ice cream
And shared the love.
Calibrate this silence in my mind so I can hear
There’s so much in the world distracting me
What of all the plans we made
It always seemed so clear
Now, nothing’s making sense – just rambling
These eyes no longer focus on what’s important in my life
Pollution to my retinas cause me stress
Lessons once were learned
But now elongate in their strife
I wake up every morning – a new mess
To touch the sweet horizon would be heaven on this plane
Kinship in its purest shape and form
But how do we recover
When you won’t even say my name
Counteracting kindness – now the norm
Who do I see in this mirror?
Am I to judge you?
To sentence you?
To degrade you?
To admonish you?
No!
You are not the enemy!
Your sentence has been paid.
Your life is free.
There is no punishment!
You are a gift, and don’t you ever forget it!
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Then one day…
Out of the blue…
A rush of warmth and release was born.
He found forgiveness!
Rejoice the small wins.
As with life,
Time will bring
Larger rewards...
Broken to a point of desperation
Downtrodden, heavy-hearted, lost
Burdens greater than ever before
Torment and anxiety the cost
Guilt has a way of teaching us
Which road to take, it’s true
Travel down the path where the heart leads
Or suffer the consequences within you