I used to have
A way with words
But over the years
Of pestilence
I seem to be lost, at sea.
I used to have
A spring in my step..
But over the years
Of despondence
I seem to have lost, me.
Where can I find
The light at bay,
The one that I'd
Turn to guide me?
And where can I find
The strength inside
To keep going on,
Stop looking that far behind me?
Stop looking - stop looking,
There's only one way to go now,
But that's not true, is it?
No turning - no turning,
Guns blazing ahead now,
But that's not whole, is it?
A piece of me,
It might be past.
But all my words,
Just stay attached - to you.
The mirror I hold,
A half of me, of gold,
Linked in as I look around - for you.
But finding you
No matter what I do...
Is physically impossible.
The only way,
I can make you stay...
Is looking back hopeful.
The strength I find,
To move on,
Comes from the past
I hold on.
You're the guiding light I have to find,
The strength within I look for,
And I can only go on knowing you'd want it this way...
And with that thought...
I make you stay.
