| Posted on November 17, 2014 at 6:10 PM |
No man is an island, or so they say
But the shore keeps moving further away
Where the sun once shone, there are now dark clouds
The fog has fallen, like a shroud
The ashes have spread across the sky
If I ever find God I'll ask him, why?
His work is mysterious, or so they say
Believe what you want, I'll believe what I may
It gets lonely here, on this barren grey rock
Even the voices in my head only seem to mock
I crawl into the dirt to hide my shame
No one understands, no one knows the pain
Yet there are others here on this foreign land
To share their burden, to understand
And now flowers grow, two big one small
And a rose grows too, fairest of them all
They offer their colour and I drink it in
They wash me clean, forgive my sin
Am I a disappointment? Perhaps only to myself
It can be difficult to tell, the curse of mental health
I start to swim, the shore draws near
I leave behind my guilt, I leave behind my fear
The rock is still behind me, perhaps it's not so far
But then objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
There are many roads yet to walk, and people yet to meet
The journey isn't over, isn't yet complete
Those dark clouds still threaten, the rain may yet come
But even the darkest cloud must soon give way to sun
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