Shifting glances, glazed eyes, anxious me the world despised.
In the world of shadows and friendships fleeting-
Whose eyes did I think I was meeting?
I've done wrong in the past, I may agree,
but to allow this to consummate to my demise, to a certain degree?
That's hardly fair, to you and to me.
And though all I want, I need, I plead
is to start over, anew, alone, if need be,
I can't, I won't, I shan't, from my burdens flee.
My hope, though broken, scraps of the reused,
I will relight
and set fire to last the night.
Words irrevocable, misperceptions unavoidable, but the will to live, and God's unfailing love?
Those, those are unchangeable.
The next time I see those shifting eyes,
I'll put down my poignantly pathetic pride and walk away from being petrified.
I will stand tall, and from the train of shame alight.