teach me
Walking down this endless path to my forbidden destination with nothing but the sound of the whistling wind piercing my ears, Voices of an unknown creeps into my thoughts.. Telling me:
Teach my soul how to walk.. Teach my heart how to love.. Teach my eyes how to see this rocky road with out tripping on my own disbelieving mind... Where did this voice come from.. How does it know me... how does it know where my road leads and what lays ahead... As I walk further down this road I come to a stop and right before me is a river.. The water is calm and the ripples stand still.. As I lean forward what is that I see...?
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I see myself standing over my shoulder.. I see myself doubting my own beliefs.. I see myself pointing the finger....
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Teach me how to love me.........
~Kaydia Nomada
Teach my soul how to walk.. Teach my heart how to love.. Teach my eyes how to see this rocky road with out tripping on my own disbelieving mind... Where did this voice come from.. How does it know me... how does it know where my road leads and what lays ahead... As I walk further down this road I come to a stop and right before me is a river.. The water is calm and the ripples stand still.. As I lean forward what is that I see...?
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I see myself standing over my shoulder.. I see myself doubting my own beliefs.. I see myself pointing the finger....
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Teach me how to love me.........
~Kaydia Nomada