Lessons Burn Slow
I trudged on a tight rope,
victim to the elements that surrounds me
like a pawn in someone's hands.
Aching for a glimmer of hope,
begging for the answers I need to be free
rather than running through sinking sand.
These lessons burns slow,
For wisdom is a cry in the wind
if I miss it, my choices I must defend.
...
victim to the elements that surrounds me
like a pawn in someone's hands.
Aching for a glimmer of hope,
begging for the answers I need to be free
rather than running through sinking sand.
These lessons burns slow,
For wisdom is a cry in the wind
if I miss it, my choices I must defend.
...