The salt stings
I cry without sound
Breaking away
Giving up
Being told I'm not enough
Every day goes by alone
And I've no sacred ground
I am king of nothing
And have no crown
Empty lives lived
Nobody forgives
My sins are counted
Until I am broken
By the tax collector
By the immoral
By the self righteous
Falling
All the way down
Walking a trail
Of a life failures
The sins mount
And I have no words
I have nothing left
Only broken dreams
And I cannot sleep
For the fears
And secrets I can't keep
Any more
Let me out the door
To somewhere else
“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.”
