The adaptable suit
Sit here and listen to this story...
the story of six years and my hateful words which destroyed the bond we shared.
To understand me is to know my past.
The lessons speak loud
ingrained like traffic signals
weaved in the particles creating our soul Blueprint.
So, is baggage really baggage at all?
It's carnal knowledge.
we wait for the perfect suit
the one who recognizes the patterns
to fit, grow and move forward for new lessons.
There is a message in everyone of us..
waiting to be discovered
and as we reach out our hands we harvest them.
Bombarded by lessons...
we must first open our eyes.
my eyes are open.
with words he will destroy
and all is lost.
I have watched my words tear holes in another.
In this, I have learned to be more careful about what I say..
I have learned to abandon love that breeds Hatred.
I'm looking for the adaptable suit.
My hand is outstretched...
the story of six years and my hateful words which destroyed the bond we shared.
To understand me is to know my past.
The lessons speak loud
ingrained like traffic signals
weaved in the particles creating our soul Blueprint.
So, is baggage really baggage at all?
It's carnal knowledge.
we wait for the perfect suit
the one who recognizes the patterns
to fit, grow and move forward for new lessons.
There is a message in everyone of us..
waiting to be discovered
and as we reach out our hands we harvest them.
Bombarded by lessons...
we must first open our eyes.
my eyes are open.
with words he will destroy
and all is lost.
I have watched my words tear holes in another.
In this, I have learned to be more careful about what I say..
I have learned to abandon love that breeds Hatred.
I'm looking for the adaptable suit.
My hand is outstretched...