Like dawn after the darkest sky, I’m starting to feel alive
Was I not in a desert where none were thought to survive?
My barren heart has hope once again; it just won’t give in
I’m not speaking death and I’m not going to live a life of sin
I’m dreaming of mountain tops, where I want to be
Come, fair maiden, breathe life back into me
They call me foolish, they call me naïve
But it’s about time I start to believe
That this shattered room in my chest
Is not yet ready for its eternal rest
Sing me a song, write me a poem
One day I’ll feel like I belong
I’m waking up; I’m coming to my senses
Back up on my feet with raised defenses
The burden of having to live in sorrow
Oh but I pray today could be tomorrow
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