Mine became a life of chaos
Lived on the edge of a knife
Balanced for eternity
Caught between death and life
In the end the fear of living
Burned me to the very core
Without my anaesthetic
I knew I could take no more
There was no fight left in me
I had no heart that I could give
I had no way of surviving
It cost me too much to live
Into a well of silence
I breathed a desperate prayer
Uncertain of an answer
Or who might be out there
As I listened in confusion
The solution came to me
Live a life of honesty
The truth could set me free
So I stepped in the future
I discovered my true worth
And after the death of winter
Came spring my season of rebirth
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
Mine became a life of chaos
Lived on the edge of a knife
Balanced for eternity
Caught between death and life
In the end the fear of living
Burned me to the very core
Without my anaesthetic
I knew I could take no more
There was no fight left in me
I had no heart that I could give
I had no way of surviving
It cost me too much to live
Into a well of silence
I breathed a desperate prayer
Uncertain of an answer
Or who might be out there
As I listened in confusion
The solution came to me
Live a life of honesty
The truth could set me free
So I stepped in the future
I discovered my true worth
And after the death of winter
Came spring my season of rebirth
Last of the seasonal quartet about life; depression and addiction
