Woke up in the middle of the night
So many thoughts popping through my head
I can barely keep up
My hearts starts to race as always
Beside me is a bottle of wine and a old journal drowned with my pain,
Watching as the stars are born, waiting for the whisky to whisk me away.
Years keep on slipping away
Sitting here wishing I got a chance to express how I really feel
My silence is getting louder while my hearts screams voiceless
The air is getting crisps,
My eyelids has refused to bend to my will,
I feel a change in me but I ask myself
Is this a night of confusion or a ride to the truth
Freedom is good but freedom is never free.
Freedom is confined in the creators book I learnt
Maybe I have lost myself within my past
Just maybe I have lost track of the journey
Is there a way back from this?
Maybe I do need a fresh start,
I overplayed my cards this time I really went astray
This is not how I want to be remembered
Lord knows have been around in my days.
But this won’t just go away..
The memories are still fresh
What I hopped for is now mirage
I guess It’s hard to smell the roses when the sun don’t shine.
Its hard to see the light when all you see is darkness
The walls are closing in,
The night is getting cold,
I could hear the birds whispering
Maybe it’s time to walk away,
At some point the roses have to die right
I took my pride,a bottle of wine along with my dreams and aspirations
I need answers to the questions in my heart
I need someone to help out of this misery
I wanna ride the runaway train
Never looking back
Just focusing on the journey ahead
Far up ahead,I wanna see where it leads
I want to see the things I was taught
I heard the promise land as been given to some my own shouldnt be an exceptional
I don't know where this train is leading to but I know the journey will be bumpy
It’s either I go to the right way or a new way,
But never a wrong path..
I know there is an end to the track and
At the end I hope I get my faith back
And a welcome back hug from the father
nice one girl.
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