Tuesday, December 2, 2008

the end of me

I've been trying and fighting so long
To wash the dirt from my eyes
Broken mirrors, shattered pieces of what I thought I once knew

I'm speaking softly lost my will
Lost my conscience
Lost whatever voice whispered in my ear
What's that you say
“It's not over, it's not over”
What's the difference between now and yesterday?

Look at me
What do you see
Is it good or is it glorious?
Have a seat
Take a peek
Is there life here at the end of me?

I've got to run from the past
From the broken road I've walked
There's no escaping gotta keep on changing
Or my mistakes will catch up with me
I'm sick of running sick of hiding from my shame
Maybe it's time to give it all, give it all away

You give me hope in the things I forgot hope could be found
You are the light to my feet where I forgot there was ground
It's your scars that make you beautiful

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