I wish you'd help me see
I wish you'd help me see through not fragmented lens
I wish you'd help me see through not fragmented lens so maybe at times
I had a moment for myself.
I'm hurt, you know nor troubled by disparities; I mean, I used to be
but not anymore,
but not anymore, or so it feels.
And where did all my anger go? could it be, that I finally cried it all away?
Where is it now? Did somebody else get it?
or does it maybe hang in the spiritual realm
above eternal walls
above eternal walls of curled up flames.
Nevertheless, all I want to do is pray
Nevertheless, all I want to do is pray and nothing else.
It is a funny feeling to realize that, even though my reflection remains shattered
my eyes no longer look for a place in which to hide.
Was this peace always here the whole time, as my lungs failed to jerk themselves
out from my chest?
I don't know; but I do feel strong, and sad, and joyful, and broken, and full of faith
with no idea of the traps,
that I'm sure,
lie ahead on my path.