Gone with the wind, when memories fade.
At the crossroad , once again, decisions to be made.
Will I ever see the sun again, as it rises from the east.
Or will this day be, my final nemesis.
The day that I died was the day that I truly lived.
The day that I choose to surrender was the day I that I was truly liberated.
Apart from the screams in silent opposition deep inside,
I knew full well that was the best decision I’ve ever made.
The flesh tears in waging anger, fueling the deception of the mind.
But deep within, I’m at peace for your words calms my soul.
I am drained from this constant battle deep within.
I want to be home, just by your side, nowhere else, just safe in your arms.
I hate the days, when we are apart, the days when I chose to walk away……
And the days past and finally, I returned back in your loving arms…..
I am tired and I long for the day, to be home, to be free, forever be.