StartOver
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My whole life I knew what wanted.
I was given every opportunity I could ever ask for.
I screwed up every opportunity that was ever given to me.
I thought I knew exactly what I wanted. Can I start over?
I need to move into the city
somewhere I've never been
somewhere where there aren't
memories of him.
Because the loneliness
in well known places
the silence
with familiar faces
My very favorite comfort in life is closing my door,
Not dealing with the judgment that opinions deliver,
Living safe in a hollow home of maybes and seems.
What would I change about the world you ask?
Well I guess it all starts with this.
I want a clean slate for everyone,
No more hate or prejudice, that needs to be done.
Waves crash against the shore,
A storm is on its way.
I cling to my desk in a bitter hope
That it will all pass over me.
But as they walk by,
Their lightning strikes—
Cold, hard stares
Follow me
Through this dance of conformity
Copy my movements
Add them to your list of improvements
Your sickness cannot frighten me away
Acceptance is child’s play
I’ll give you the antidote
As tears fall, we let our emotions hold is captive.
This is massive!
We must allow His spirit to become ACTIVE,
in our lives.
We are down and we wonder who will be there
I'm here,
