Through The Windshield

[jeremyfromva]

Back there where I was a boy
Dad always working
And I always hurting
I felt like the kid
that nobody wanted

Mom took the girls out a lot
And dad's at the court missing or making tough shots
Sometimes he brought me along for the ride
But alone I sat watching the game from the side

At school things never seemed to change
These people called Christians always played the same games
I learned early on what it's like to be rejected
Avoiding all people feeling lost and disconnected

That's when the lies started tearing me apart
Going home in tears, blood pouring out from my heart
I didn't want to keep up with this internal fight
Always alone, even contemplating suicide

Maybe that would answer all my problems
but how i'd go about it
That's the case I was trying to solve then
I didn't want to die though, there had to be more to life
But at this point, there wasn't any God in sight

I stopped going to church because I was tired of the voices
Everyone in life telling me I'm making the wrong choices
Condemnation and guilt by these so called Christians
Looking back on them they were nothing but hypocrites

The only thing they ever did was bring me down
In actuality all I wanted was to get out of this town
Could they be right? Was I really this way?
The color had faded, I'm seeing nothing but gray

Back there where I lost my way
I only lived my life from day to day
Didn't have any goals in mind
Just searching the streets trying so hard to find

Something that I could hold onto
Something that me feel good
Somebody that made me feel wanted
Somebody that made me feel good

Steering all kinds of directions
Always seeking the wrong types of affections
Early on learning the art of misdirection
In person making you think I was somebody else
But behind your back, I was killing myself

Associated myself with all the wrong people
When I came home I'd put on the same mask
Telling stories and lies avoiding the questions you ask

My life was just an act for your mere entertainment
The canvas so perfect the picture I painted
Filled with vibrant colors and the perfect hue
Remove all the layers and you'd have seen
The true picture representing a life had been skewed

Late in the bar every night
Drink away the pain and the problems of my life
I got so tired of running away from the pain
and looking back I have only myself to blame

I was trapped inside a bad dream I couldn't get out
Nobody could hear me no matter how loud i'd shout
Then You showed up in Your ominous Glory
Luminating the darkness
Which changed my whole story

For what I've done in my past no longer matters
Your grace restores all the glass that was shattered
So now I'm looking at my past with no regrets
Realizing the change You've made in stone is set

I'm looking through the windshield
No longer the rearview mirror
I can see flowers in the field
The bad dream is over..no more terror

[Judge'sDaughter]

Hmm...
I hate to say this to you because it does seem like you put your heart into writing this, but... Twas' boring.
Add some more adjectives (though I know it is every poet/lyracist's nightmare to heat that).

[matt_rawlings]

Far to long and somewhat trite in whatever it was you were trying to say. Alot of cliche rhymes

[lew_1987]

I agree with the other two comments, its a bit dull to be honest. sorry