Once again I find myself lost
on the many roads of this world
I told myself a million times
never would I falter from the right road
Yet at every turn I take
There stands the tempting thorns
How crazy am I to walk over them
and then cry over my bleeding feet
Will I never be perfect as I wish?
Do I really have to commit any sin
Does one have to kill someone to be bad?
Isn't just not doing your duty terrible enough?
Lost, Restless, Scared have become my friends
My enemies have become my friends
Would that I never went through this
but then how would I appreciate faith, courage and persistance
That is what I want
whom I want
so the next time a few words flow
they shall be for my friends and not enemies
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