Memories from Another Me
I am lost and I am found,
For I have sinned and forsaken.
I’ve been loved and cast away
And I only pray that I can free myself
In the truth of the words
For I might always be alone
Born somewhere out there
In a town not far from home
My mother is becoming but a memory, slowly fading,
But I remember her to have been beautiful,
or so I have been told.
She had a kindness to her
that was rough around the edges
With eyes that burned into the soul.
The same as my eyes sending fear into the world.
The color of a pasture on a lazy spring morn,
Alite with fire and envy,
Although I wish not either will find in you something to desire.
Deep down I find darkness lurks,
Destroying all of which is good.
I wish that I could take back all the pain I’ve caused
But I am just a coward
