To say I feel different,
May be a coy understatement
To say I've fit in
Is to be blind to my shape shifting
I wander this earth
Like a rambler of songs long ago sang
In dusty bars under the stars and behind closed doors
Better at breaking hearts and destroying the love created
Than lifting from the ashes
Save myself.
A goal long ago abandoned
I embrace my mind and my conscience
Though pure neither are
Still I wait to be saved by love
I wait
I wait
I wait
No anger to beheld
No reason to get even
No reason to leave
Every reason to live
Every reason to trust
Every reason to love
I miss you. Yet know not your name.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
To say I feel different,
May be a coy understatement
To say I've fit in
Is to be blind to my shape shifting
I wander this earth
Like a rambler of songs long ago sang
In dusty bars under the stars and behind closed doors
Better at breaking hearts and destroying the love created
Than lifting from the ashes
Save myself.
A goal long ago abandoned
I embrace my mind and my conscience
Though pure neither are
Still I wait to be saved by love
I wait
I wait
I wait
No anger to beheld
No reason to get even
No reason to leave
Every reason to live
Every reason to trust
Every reason to love
I miss you. Yet know not your name.
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