More to Me
There’s more to me, I am so sure
Yet somehow I choose to ignore
I hate the outside and don’t look in
And my heavy heart seems to win
I hurt, I bleed, scars re-appear
Leaving me with all my fear
I can’t escape, it makes me blind
Though I know inside, there’s more to find
I search for grace, I long for light
Sometimes I see its glisten bright
But darkness simplifies my fall
I wonder where I am at all
There’s more to me, more I can do
But foolishness means I’m too afraid to
And courage seems so far away
Leaving me feel inside the fear will stay
I know I’m more than I believe
Than I allow myself to strive and achieve
But pain, it eats away at my hope
Convincing my mind that I cannot cope
If only I could erase or rewind
The fearful, frightened thoughts of my mind
If only I could prevent all my wounds
Re-surfacing quickly, emerging so soon
I’d be so much more, the more that I should
The more that I hope for, to be all I could
But the days go by swiftly and I flow with the wind
I need to be grounded, not regret what I’ve been
The more that I am, not the more I should be
Perhaps is the more that will make more of me
And I must begin now, towards what I’m for
I can’t stay this way, when there’s so much more
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- August 2, 2008 / 9:00 pm
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