I am what I feel

I fly alone to reach my dreams,
Buried beneath in a wakeless sleep.
As we walked through the fields,
That I had recognized where I’d once played.

As the rain falls down across my face,
Take a good look deep inside of me.
Don’t be frightened by what you see,
I’ve cried my last tear of tragic memories.

Many years ago that I become what I am,
To look for heaven, is to live here in hell.
That life has been emptied of what was there,
I have tossed them deep into the earthly ground.

There’s a spark that whispers your name,
Listen to me and I’ll help you understand.
I have chosen a new path through life,
Can you feel it, you’ve got it don’t let it go.

Take a good look into my eyes,
Hold out your hand, I’ll hold it in mine.
When I see you smiling at me,
I feel I’ve got everything.

Can you see what you really mean to me?
Written By
Deborah Mary Wismer
1995