Sunday, October 3, 2010

Ballad of Some Sorts

My walls have been shaken
Everything that I thought was fine
Its now shattered
My thoughts are scattered

What am I to think
What am I to do
To whom to I talk
To focus my walk

My eyes are leaden
The wet performance
They gave made them sore
NO! They're not a whore!

I say I'm fine
I say I'm okay
I say things to just to say
Get off my back and go away!

Morals, obsolete
Standards, low
What's black is now white
I'll fight that good fight

Bitterness swells
Disappointment hangs
My feelings are rash
My thoughts shouldn't bash

Forgiveness shines its light
For it knows best
The tree of wisdom
Knows her kingdom

We're all human
As human as we can get
If we were perfect, we'd be Jesus
He's the only one who truly sees us

I'll bite my tongue
I'll show my love
That's what I should do
It's what I want to do

I can feel his presence
Its amidst me, typing
He says "It will work out,"
He says "Feel me out,"

"I know best,
Fathers tend to do.
I'll take you under my wing
And show you a two or thing.

"Trust me dear,
I beg that you do.
Trust my will, my way
And I will bring a grand day."

So I trust
With my heart
I forgive and support
That's what she needs of sort

I love her
Completely, forever
No matter how I feel
Or how much I may real

I love her
I truly do
I hope she knows
I hope it shows

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