In darkness, squandered years, 44. Ever striving to be, so much more. A fear dwells in my soul, such grief. I punished myself in others belief.
Begin again, in new bright light. Walk a path I know is right. Struggle to reach the star, a goal. A struggle deep within my soul.
Face this fear and see its path. Gain control, use such wrath. Once fear is gone, what paths remain? I see myself, what success I gain?
No longer worry o'er past gone by. A future in which my wings may fly. Along a new path, first step take. A child re-born, from dark awake.
Never to fear the past e'er more. On golden wing my heart now soar. Watch over me, I beg of thee. A Grand-Mere's blessing set me free.
© copywright R. Rock
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