So long ago
I could barely breath.
Everything so new,
in the dawn of my days
you were there,
did you see the tremors then?
A difficult time ahead,
the road less traveled,
the hurts of a lifetime
were no mystery to You.
How is it that I am here?
This wandering is getting old,
thirst is a virtue,
if I know.
I am so very tired
don't feel too proud.
Just letting You know
I'm still around,
feeling the longing
in that promise
so long ago.
I could barely breath.
Everything so new,
in the dawn of my days
you were there,
did you see the tremors then?
A difficult time ahead,
the road less traveled,
the hurts of a lifetime
were no mystery to You.
How is it that I am here?
This wandering is getting old,
thirst is a virtue,
if I know.
I am so very tired
don't feel too proud.
Just letting You know
I'm still around,
feeling the longing
in that promise
so long ago.
