Tears roll down to my feet,
Internal battles bury me,
Bury me way to deep,
And only I can see…
How these tears shape me,
How these days make me,
But now they seem to have cleared my vision,
Maybe even gave me some new wisdom,
The tears seem to be flooding my feet,
Washing away the dirt of my mind that seems to have buried me…
Tears running down to cleanse my view,
Tears running down to cleanse me anew.
As the tears clean my view,
I am able to see
That nothing has buried me,
Other than my own mentality…
I’ve got some really good ideas for this one… =)
