Idealist80
11/23/09, 02:28 PM
I revised this a bit from the first one, tell me what you think.
Why am I trying to give
When no one’s willing to receive
Warmness of the soul is burrowing below
You open my door
All the shelves are bare
Proof Enough
True happiness doesn’t reside here
Not just anything will help
Not just anything will help
So I just try to read another book off the shelf of positive memories
Noticing, some wear their hearts on their sleeves
Realizing I wear mine buried away behind locked gates, Under Weeping Willow Trees
But wait
The In-spill of light through the locked- gates revealed
That my heart is something I no longer want to hide under these trees as a shield
Something I control is my Fate
But right now, this subject is under serious debate
But just know, if I fall or trip back into this state
I will do my best to be prepared
I will bring a flashlight and ladder
So I can
Climb back out
So there’s never an ounce of doubt
Of being able
To successfully sprout
From under the willow trees, hoping I can be
The person I know I can
Why am I trying to give
When no one’s willing to receive
Warmness of the soul is burrowing below
You open my door
All the shelves are bare
Proof Enough
True happiness doesn’t reside here
Not just anything will help
Not just anything will help
So I just try to read another book off the shelf of positive memories
Noticing, some wear their hearts on their sleeves
Realizing I wear mine buried away behind locked gates, Under Weeping Willow Trees
But wait
The In-spill of light through the locked- gates revealed
That my heart is something I no longer want to hide under these trees as a shield
Something I control is my Fate
But right now, this subject is under serious debate
But just know, if I fall or trip back into this state
I will do my best to be prepared
I will bring a flashlight and ladder
So I can
Climb back out
So there’s never an ounce of doubt
Of being able
To successfully sprout
From under the willow trees, hoping I can be
The person I know I can