If we're made in his image
why do I always feel incomplete?
If its OK to cry
when will the tears fade in the rain?
If I fall destitute
where is home in these filthy streets?
If I grow selfish and die
who will forgive me for my crimes?
And if I cant stand the pain
then what is the price of love?
So how do I start again?
I'm tired of dragging my heart
lock up in a box behind me.
Its a long walk
and I'm feeling fatigued.