I remember when I was a child. And nothing ever seemed worth while,
I fell to my knees to pray,
It was the wrong game that I was playing,
So young but never cracked a smile,
Just trying to survive for a while,
Every night I would cry myself to sleep,
The pain inside just sank to deep,
But through all the tears and yearning
I found there was a fire burning,
I lit the torch in my soul,
Let the flame fill my hole,
And the tears began to dry,
As I stared deep into my once hallow eyes,
A forgotten childhood spent insane,
The memories only bring me pain,
But every time I dear to strive,
I KNOW THAT I WILL SURIVIE,
I WON’T be faith’s LITTLE TOY to hold,
In my heart, I know I am just to BOLD,
Too solid after all the years,
To ever stumble again on my tears,
Because you can’t break, what was once already broken,
Even with these words that where still left unspoken,
But now that everything is worthwhile,
Maybe I can even spare a smile,
Crimson’s stained for contrast,
With the blood of my demons in the past. |
