Walking Wounded
September 18, 2018
Prodigal son
Prodigal Child
September 18, 2018
girl ok

Some day she’ll be ok

All the stories she tells herself, none will remain

And then one day the lies, that drive her mind

Will be exposed and she’ll be free, to become whole

 

Before the confusion stole her clarity

One day she’ll be born as new

Someday she’ll be called sane

Her courts will be cleared and the veil taken away

And all the drama in her life today will somehow fade away,

Till only the truth exists in her – and nothing else remains

Someday we all just change and the old way comes apart

And the new form takes its rightful place and we hear straight from the heart

And you can’t go back because you don’t recall, even if you could

Removed from your remembrance are the days you fell and falsehoods.