With all these roadblocks, hopscotch, ups and downs and all arounds.
Looking for the definite. The immaculate.
The right. The light. The way to life.
Will he ever get a chance?
I'm feeling so tired.
Can't you hear her cries? Can't you see his pain?
I would almost believe this is a curse.
Seemin' like everything (again) is taking it's turn for the worse.
I believed You when You said You saw.
When You said You knew it all.
I keep trying to give You this burden.
And sometimes I think its gone. Its finally my turn.
My turn to twirl, skip, laugh and play.
Then I see it happen again. again. Back to the start.
My head. my heart. my back. every part.
Subject once again. Breaking our life like a forcefull tide.
I'm stalled in mid stride.