Forgotten
I am forgotten, beaten and rotten,
My heart beats like a lonely drum,
For within me my soul is numb.
Numb to the pain It has endured so long,
Numb from the beauty of life's song.
But from a ways It can hear a sound,
Almost as if coming from the ground.
It struggles to find the source,
Of this strange pulsing force.
Than ahead on this dark road,
A tree sprouted where the seed was bestowed.
For no water It could see,
This had to be a miracle tree.
When It ate of the fruit, It felt stronger,
Didn't have the numbness any longer.
The song came back, but so did the pain,
But sacrifices must be given in order to gain.
I am forgotten and alone on this path,
But no longer will I be afraid of pain's wrath.
For I see that it is their as a guide,
For when hard obstacles occur I can knock them aside.
This is my story,
Now make your own, and find your own glory.
My heart beats like a lonely drum,
For within me my soul is numb.
Numb to the pain It has endured so long,
Numb from the beauty of life's song.
But from a ways It can hear a sound,
Almost as if coming from the ground.
It struggles to find the source,
Of this strange pulsing force.
Than ahead on this dark road,
A tree sprouted where the seed was bestowed.
For no water It could see,
This had to be a miracle tree.
When It ate of the fruit, It felt stronger,
Didn't have the numbness any longer.
The song came back, but so did the pain,
But sacrifices must be given in order to gain.
I am forgotten and alone on this path,
But no longer will I be afraid of pain's wrath.
For I see that it is their as a guide,
For when hard obstacles occur I can knock them aside.
This is my story,
Now make your own, and find your own glory.