Sunday, December 21
Heaven bent to take my hand,
and lead me through the fire.
Lead a long awaited answer
to a long and painful fight.
Truth be told, I've tried my best
but somewhere along the way,
I got caught up in all there was to offer
and the cost was so much more than I could bare.
Though I've tried, I've fallen.
I have sunk so low.
Out of the best,
the better I should know.
So don't come 'round here
and tell me I told you so.
Your the king of good intents,
love was raw and young.
We believed that we could change ourselves
and the past could be undone.
But we carry on our back
the burden that time always reaveals.
In the lonely light of morning,
in the one that would know heal,
is the bitter taste of losing everything that
I've held dear so..
Though I've tried, I've fallen
I have sunk so low.
Out of the best,
the better I should know.
So don't come 'round here,
and tell me that I told you so.
Heaven bent to take my hand,
Nowhere left to turn
lost in those our thoughtful friends,
to everyone I know.
Oh, they turn their head embaressed
pretend that they don't see.
that there's one big step and slip before you know it
and there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed.
Though I've tried, I've fallen.
I have sunk so low.
Out of the best,
better I should know.
But don't come 'round here
and tell me that I told you so.
~ M.M.W ~
