Prodigal
The road is calling
but not to me
yet I'm forced to listen
as there is no one else here who can hear it
ripped away from all I know
and forced back into that old familiar
this is strained, this is taxing
this is slowly killing me
I'm trying to make it work
to make it healthy, make it whole
trying to create and rebuild and heal
not smear, smash, crumple and destroy
but my heart is suffocating under this weight
and it's not even all that heavy
somehow this weakness is overcoming me
all of my foundations, so faulty and frail
have burned down
and now I stand on weakened legs
I fall on weakened knees
and I am getting lost
more and more each day
drifting farther from the path I'm seeking
feeling pushed more off course with every step
and feeling pulled by arms too weak to hold me
Where do I go when the strength is gone?
who will I be when all the blood runs out?
when that last flickering, glowing flame
finally extinguishes itself in a wisp of smoke
and drifts off into the night
He will be there to watch me fall
and so will you
but as I wither here into dust and ash
as all my strength and will is crushed like dry leaves
as I find myself returning to sand
I fear my fall will escape even the most knowing eyes
blown away in the wind
and no hands or hearts will be wide enough to catch what little there is left...
but not to me
yet I'm forced to listen
as there is no one else here who can hear it
ripped away from all I know
and forced back into that old familiar
this is strained, this is taxing
this is slowly killing me
I'm trying to make it work
to make it healthy, make it whole
trying to create and rebuild and heal
not smear, smash, crumple and destroy
but my heart is suffocating under this weight
and it's not even all that heavy
somehow this weakness is overcoming me
all of my foundations, so faulty and frail
have burned down
and now I stand on weakened legs
I fall on weakened knees
and I am getting lost
more and more each day
drifting farther from the path I'm seeking
feeling pushed more off course with every step
and feeling pulled by arms too weak to hold me
Where do I go when the strength is gone?
who will I be when all the blood runs out?
when that last flickering, glowing flame
finally extinguishes itself in a wisp of smoke
and drifts off into the night
He will be there to watch me fall
and so will you
but as I wither here into dust and ash
as all my strength and will is crushed like dry leaves
as I find myself returning to sand
I fear my fall will escape even the most knowing eyes
blown away in the wind
and no hands or hearts will be wide enough to catch what little there is left...