keskiviikkona, elokuuta 31, 2011

[sometimes when the morning comes]

“People say that I’m amazing, never face defeat, but they don’t see the enemies that lay me at Your feet. They don’t know that I go running home when I fall down, they don’t know who picks me up when no one is around. I drop my sword & look up for a smile, cause deep inside this armor, the warrior is a child.”
- Twila Paris


When I wake up I need to fight of this heavy
conviction of feeling of failing
not measuring up
and having no one to blame


Like of what I look from the outside and inside of me
don't match
And there isn't even one who wants to see in


But I can't dwell there or it kills me soon
kills the soul, kills hope, kills faith
kills grace, kills rather rapidly,
a murder in a minute


I'm not a stand alone player,
it's harder to remember the truth 
when there is no one to bounce it of
but I somehow feel I should learn
If not willing to let foothold for someone
in this territory
YOU have seen me 
before and beyond and after
YOU rescue me
YOU are not ashamed
YOU see and still and yet and even though
and 
YOU want me





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