Find Your Way Back.
I could write my life with a pen, and make it rhyme too.
I write to give an insight on
what my mind can do.
I had some obstacles I just couldn't
intertwine through.
When you're gifted the earth tries
to hide you.
Blot your entire pigment, with blemishes of their opinions until you're unrecognizable.
They'll send you through hell, with no one around to find you.
Only the words helped me to
climb through.
And when I thought I was pain free, Heartbreak said let me remind you.
Deceived images had my eyes glued.
They said love was blind,
But I was blind too.
The inevitable is something
only time knew.
That heart had to be replaced,
so I designed a new.
I told this one you can't find love,
Until you find you.
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