My fears rebound off the walls and I feel surrounded
by what could or may be and my head is pounding
I take a deep breath and center my thoughts
I try hard to focus but we're spinning like tops
I feel so much younger than this skin does show
with my brain set at seven my body did grow
And now I play house with rent and the bills
while doing away with those childish thrills
But I want to return to that innocence and joy
and the elation a girl feels surrounded by toys
Yet now I must move and study and work
I must get my own mail, my duties not shirk
I must solve all my problems by using my head
I must do my own laundry and make my own bed
But one day I vow to return to that place
of love and of caring, of hope and of grace.
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