Storygirl
06-16-2008, 01:27 AM
I have been through so many journeys, several I regret.
These travels have worn hard on me, I wish I could forget.
Hardships show true character, I am of no exception.
Stiff and cold, I stood alone and I ignored correction.
My dirt and blood stained hands did not believe that this could happen,
A loved one’s pain and all my guilt now are my only captains.
My darkened ugliness within is evident outside.
My heart is broken into bits, a part of me has died.
And now I am alone, forgotten, cold and much afraid.
My open heart feels trapped and torn, my spirit freed now caged.
The Shadows are in wait to seize my every source of light.
I’m hidden by the sun and shamed by its winter’s blight.
I am a scarred and broken rose, illusive, limp, and wane.
My heart is weak, my will is frail and only I’m to blame.
Here on the ground I lie in vain. I’m certain of my fate.
I did not heed the One who loved me and now it is too late.
Is there One who’s strong enough to mend this twisted rose?
Someone who can revive my heart and battle back my foes?
Is there hope or is this fate, the cruelty that I’m left to?
Is there One to give me faith, though chances they are few?
My desperate, waning call for help remains for me unanswered.
My groping, fading heart has yet to find itself a shepherd.
If there’s such a One out there who’ll give a fresh new start,
This broken rose will give to Him her tender broken heart.[/CENTER]
These travels have worn hard on me, I wish I could forget.
Hardships show true character, I am of no exception.
Stiff and cold, I stood alone and I ignored correction.
My dirt and blood stained hands did not believe that this could happen,
A loved one’s pain and all my guilt now are my only captains.
My darkened ugliness within is evident outside.
My heart is broken into bits, a part of me has died.
And now I am alone, forgotten, cold and much afraid.
My open heart feels trapped and torn, my spirit freed now caged.
The Shadows are in wait to seize my every source of light.
I’m hidden by the sun and shamed by its winter’s blight.
I am a scarred and broken rose, illusive, limp, and wane.
My heart is weak, my will is frail and only I’m to blame.
Here on the ground I lie in vain. I’m certain of my fate.
I did not heed the One who loved me and now it is too late.
Is there One who’s strong enough to mend this twisted rose?
Someone who can revive my heart and battle back my foes?
Is there hope or is this fate, the cruelty that I’m left to?
Is there One to give me faith, though chances they are few?
My desperate, waning call for help remains for me unanswered.
My groping, fading heart has yet to find itself a shepherd.
If there’s such a One out there who’ll give a fresh new start,
This broken rose will give to Him her tender broken heart.[/CENTER]