Reaching out for something more
Before my mind shuts this door
Until my soul lingers for more
I’ll keep the faith that fills every pore
Why can’t I take this frame
And bend it back again
Will I be lost in this game
Unable to see through the shame
Shadows cast over the light
Which barely braved the darkened night
My question is, how long will you fight
When there’s only this horrid image in your line of site
Am I capable of something more
I’ve never succeeded when keeping score
The sense of loss becomes a chore
When the life you’ve longed for is no more
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC
Reaching out for something more
Before my mind shuts this door
Until my soul lingers for more
I’ll keep the faith that fills every pore
Why can’t I take this frame
And bend it back again
Will I be lost in this game
Unable to see through the shame
Shadows cast over the light
Which barely braved the darkened night
My question is, how long will you fight
When there’s only this horrid image in your line of site
Am I capable of something more
I’ve never succeeded when keeping score
The sense of loss becomes a chore
When the life you’ve longed for is no more
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