Bloody Hands & Guilty Eyes
Why is it that when I see a dagger sparking in my path, I leap right into it? Why don't I go around it? My life is layed out in front of me, and I keep making all the wrong choices. My goals are never reached. My desperations are never grasped. I fight so hard to get through the obstacles around me, but when the end is in sight, I screw everything up. I drop my head and I turn around. I walk back to where I began, to where the neon sign is flashing "Start Here!" I've become so familier with the begining and the fight, that when I hit the level I've yet to overcome, I give up. I've been making the wrong choices...and on purpose, too. There's always a way out. No matter what situation my life is brought to, He ALWAYS provides a way out, an ending of victory. It's there, right there. Where am I? Why do I refuse to take this blindfold off? My hands, my bloody hands, keep ripping at the wound. I'm on my face, sobbing, trying to find air, down on my knees where I first met You. Come meet me again. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry from within, from everything inside of me. My beating heart and the dirty home I've provided for it is all I have to offer. Take me. Take me. TAKE ME! SAVE ME! HELP ME! I'm crying out in desperation. Desperation. Meet me here where I first felt love. Your love. True, passionate, soul filling, tear spilling, life bringing LOVE that only YOU can give. I need it more than ever. I'm so sorry....