My inner turmoil is almost limitless
yet your patience seems to be infinite.
Some days I feel like I'm drowning
but I don't own it in pride or proudly.
My face goes beyond wrinkled lines
as if a frown could be a simple sign.
I have a hundred different smiles
and while some point to the sky
only three or four are truly happy
because I'm a dog without an owner
facing thousand others who won't own up,
so even without an owner
I'm somehow still feeling like a lackey.
So can you please find it in you
to come back and remind me
that when I need you, you'll be there.
My soul is bruised by inner turmoil,
so please go grab a shovel from the shed
and when I need it, please help bury me
in the sands, in the dirt and soul;
to relinquish the inner turmoil.
I'm a candle burning as bright as I can
So please just let me relive the moments
where I am holding your right hand
and remind me that nothing is ever over.
I'm a candle burning as bright as I can
and I'm not even sure if I'll burn
close to half as long as planned
but please just let me burn.
A candle wick without wax
hides nothing in the black mist,
the smoke is missing
and the flames isn't warm.