My Head,My Heart...but really its my Soul
Well why do the hours turn into days and my face is rotting away.
Too many vision and scars above this weary head.
Wanting to be able to help those that need those devine words.
Hmm...yet i cant help myself to start walking down that path.
My heart is full of sensations that are calling me.
But what exactly?? Will i stumble upon the beginning? When?Where?How?
The solid ground beneath these bending legs..even know i dread to walk upon it.
How far can i proceed to conquer what i am to do?
To make happiness within me, and him is my search.
Oh well another day with my words aloud and my eyes on the pages of the golden one.
*Jeannie*
Too many vision and scars above this weary head.
Wanting to be able to help those that need those devine words.
Hmm...yet i cant help myself to start walking down that path.
My heart is full of sensations that are calling me.
But what exactly?? Will i stumble upon the beginning? When?Where?How?
The solid ground beneath these bending legs..even know i dread to walk upon it.
How far can i proceed to conquer what i am to do?
To make happiness within me, and him is my search.
Oh well another day with my words aloud and my eyes on the pages of the golden one.
*Jeannie*