Awaiting for dreams to come true,
and fearing the thoughts of discovery.
So much never heard and not enough
tears to be seen.
“What is this”, is all I can say,
the fray has begun and it’s a war not
asked for but granted.
If one day I am gone still without playing
the song I wrote when I felt blessed and kept
the faith,
I will never hunt you down,
I need to protect you and myself from
potential agony.
There is some now, but lets not make it worse.
I know some of you are children by mind and
cannot bear to say what you need while reaching
your hand.
Some have never been encouraged follow their
dreams and were lead by the bullies who
tormented.
Some go home to hell and come here to
relapse.
When you reach your hand out, someone
will take it and guide you as a sibling and
friend.
Whatever your dream is, go follow it
and lead when you arrive to brighter
horizons.
Home is not always where the heart is
but come back like you are broken but
fine.
Somebody will be there to do so,
and it may be me,
if I stay,
I hope to.