Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Broke
O fickle heart
Why must you toy?
Never a relyable source
Just an incredible force
Palpitations set it into flight
Nothing can hold it back
Confusion stikes as directions pull
Lacking guidance, like an untaimed bull
So it stays where its at
Paralysed with fear
Not wanting to leave its home
Refuzing to move from the place called comfort zone
My sould cries out
Wanting to be heard
its wish is granted
only to the absurd
Why can't we meet?
must i wait in this mosh of despair
if there is no hope
how will i cope?
To be with the one i love
who loves me in return
would make even the trees leap for joy
and all the thorns turn and burn
now with all the thorns gone
and all the trash cleaned
perhaps something can grow
before it starts to snow
when a healthy seed is planted
it takes time to grow
when its right
he'll take it slow
so i'll sit and wait back
mature into the woman
i want him to meet
it will be enough to knock him off his seat
So Father make me into that woman
rip up my earth until all the weeds are gone
mature my spirit so that i may be ready
to stand on my feet, strong, firm and steady
Why must you toy?
Never a relyable source
Just an incredible force
Palpitations set it into flight
Nothing can hold it back
Confusion stikes as directions pull
Lacking guidance, like an untaimed bull
So it stays where its at
Paralysed with fear
Not wanting to leave its home
Refuzing to move from the place called comfort zone
My sould cries out
Wanting to be heard
its wish is granted
only to the absurd
Why can't we meet?
must i wait in this mosh of despair
if there is no hope
how will i cope?
To be with the one i love
who loves me in return
would make even the trees leap for joy
and all the thorns turn and burn
now with all the thorns gone
and all the trash cleaned
perhaps something can grow
before it starts to snow
when a healthy seed is planted
it takes time to grow
when its right
he'll take it slow
so i'll sit and wait back
mature into the woman
i want him to meet
it will be enough to knock him off his seat
So Father make me into that woman
rip up my earth until all the weeds are gone
mature my spirit so that i may be ready
to stand on my feet, strong, firm and steady
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buddy you always have such a great attitude. Your thoughts at the end of your blog are so awesome.
hand in there!
everything will work out (when you get there, you will be able to understand)
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hand in there!
everything will work out (when you get there, you will be able to understand)
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