Hurt
Trampled, face down in the dirt
Feeling worthless
Breathless
From running a race without any trace
Of hope
Of winning.
Loosing
All sense of reality
Normality slips and slits though your
Fingers
Like broken glass.
Past
Memories
Are history, your story
Has only just begun
I am here; I am your Chapter One.
Come run
Away with me
Run away from pain
This is no game.
This is reality’s fantasy.
Your storybook ending
Is only just beginning.
So take off your old shoes
You have nothing to loose
With me
Free
As birds in the open sky
Come John,
Let’s fly.
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC
Hurt
Trampled, face down in the dirt
Feeling worthless
Breathless
From running a race without any trace
Of hope
Of winning.
Loosing
All sense of reality
Normality slips and slits though your
Fingers
Like broken glass.
Past
Memories
Are history, your story
Has only just begun
I am here; I am your Chapter One.
Come run
Away with me
Run away from pain
This is no game.
This is reality’s fantasy.
Your storybook ending
Is only just beginning.
So take off your old shoes
You have nothing to loose
With me
Free
As birds in the open sky
Come John,
Let’s fly.
