She sits in wait
with the dust to settle
around her aching feet
its time to rest the running was to much
the hiding didn't hide much
even the endless scars.
these splinters stick deep
the running was just too much
Her heart ached,
cause no one felt the quake
time has come to let it down
let it be
let it leave
let go
be free.
But weary mind is yelling inside
do you let go of faith
of hope
as the dust settles..
No comments:
Post a Comment