What impels us to go there
And visit that pain
To torture ourselves
When there is nothing to gain
Why do we have to continually fight
Against what is in us
And what is without
Trying to do what is right
What is this battle we feel
That pulls at the strings of our heart
Our happiness steals
And tears us apart
Is it our conscience that stings
Or our pride that smarts
When we look inside
This place called our heart
What is it that makes us bring
Ourselves to look so deep inside
Until what we find takes our voice
And we can no longer sing
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 6:54 PM UTC
What impels us to go there
And visit that pain
To torture ourselves
When there is nothing to gain
Why do we have to continually fight
Against what is in us
And what is without
Trying to do what is right
What is this battle we feel
That pulls at the strings of our heart
Our happiness steals
And tears us apart
Is it our conscience that stings
Or our pride that smarts
When we look inside
This place called our heart
What is it that makes us bring
Ourselves to look so deep inside
Until what we find takes our voice
And we can no longer sing
Copyright *Neva Flores @ 2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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