As the leaves breathed relief
upon their fabled flight from trees
I kissed the feet of the former me,
(Or at least the one who bleeds)
For freedom is just a season
that changes with the wind
without a rhyme or reason
unless its a song that we all sing
Only You know your truth
and if your life is being wasted
yet regret is a bitter blade from youth
that most old folk have tasted
but only a coward flees from dreams
and only the lonely are what they seem
yet most slaves forsake faith in change
when its paved the saviours way
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 4:44 PM UTC
As the leaves breathed relief
upon their fabled flight from trees
I kissed the feet of the former me,
(Or at least the one who bleeds)
For freedom is just a season
that changes with the wind
without a rhyme or reason
unless its a song that we all sing
Only You know your truth
and if your life is being wasted
yet regret is a bitter blade from youth
that most old folk have tasted
but only a coward flees from dreams
and only the lonely are what they seem
yet most slaves forsake faith in change
when its paved the saviours way