Like the dying leaves, these burdens fall to the ground
Bright golden fire raining down
Drifting through the wind
Soon to be buried by the all encompasing snow
Erasing away what lies beneath it
Spring is to come
A clean slate
A new beginning
There is hope that this cycle will be over
But it could never last
Like the seasons, I am forever changing
I accept sin and seek forgiveness
I grow like the tall oaks
Starting over when given the chance
But holding tight to the roots that have kept me here, grounded.
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 11:25 PM UTC
Like the dying leaves, these burdens fall to the ground
Bright golden fire raining down
Drifting through the wind
Soon to be buried by the all encompasing snow
Erasing away what lies beneath it
Spring is to come
A clean slate
A new beginning
There is hope that this cycle will be over
But it could never last
Like the seasons, I am forever changing
I accept sin and seek forgiveness
I grow like the tall oaks
Starting over when given the chance
But holding tight to the roots that have kept me here, grounded.
