I try to pick up the pieces ~ the ones all left behind
The crumbs are stuck and crawling, and starting to unwind
I’ve lost control to messiness ~ its soul is everywhere
It’s in the shadows casting, and in my windblown hair.
This stickiness has covered me ~ I’m in a war torn state
My mind if failing sadly, I fear it is my fate
I try to organize my work ~ but thoughts are fuzzy blue
They say we’re old and useless, I fear that might be true.
Where are my hearts, the old ones ~ who accompanied my past
Where are those sighs of happiness, could nothing ever
last?
What is this awful torment ~ that never does unwind
Where are my rays of sunshine, the ones I cannot find?
The dribble runs, the juices leak ~ my cup becomes so full
But then I spill the contents, and find a bunch of bull
(shit)
There must be a message ~ I am missing from the past
The clouds come way too soon it seems, the sky is overcast.
How I cry for healing balm ~ those nights I lie and burn
The thunder comes and conquers, and I recoil in turn
The incense from the past takes flight ~ its essence
seeming foul
My dreams are all a-fog, the swell of fury in my soul.
Stars shine bright, moon beams down ~ but me? I cannot see
The rays that would have healed me, this light just cannot
be.
I lift my face to search the sky ~ and feel the gentle rain
The tiny raindrops on my arms might sweep away my pain.
They touch my skin so gently ~ there is something in their
trace
A love that seeps so sweetly, and now I see its Face!
A Source that lives within the sun ~ and behind all the
clouds
It’s come to lift me up again with a voice both sweet and
loud.
Declaring that there never is ~ a time when all is lost
Reminding me to walk My Path, no matter how I’m tossed.
What calm, Whose Hands, what fragrance ~ might heal, touch
and caress?
What Golden alter waits for me, to kneel, weep and confess?
I’ve lain my life upon the ground ~ been trampled, torn,
and pushed
Now all I want is silence, and that all the world be
hushed.
My woman soul is longing for ~ my roots now hard to find
Lost in the crumbs and pieces, that all got left behind.
I hope, I pray, I sweat, I try ~ so many feel alone
We feel it in our skin, our minds, our blood and every
bone.
Come with me, when you can ~ and knit the ties that bind
Rest a while and sing with me, ‘bout the pieces left
behind.
Copyright©ColleenWeber
