Soul searching, she came- with a consuming hunger,
She arrived so naive, and with eyes filled with wonder,
She walked on clouds- when days were clear,
Allowing the fading of all of her fears,
When seeds of trust- began to bloom,
The buds were deceptions- hiding thorns of doom,
Betrayed she now bears- a skeptics heart,
Jaded from the pain- of when it all falls apart,
Still, the field's been planted, and the crop is in,
Though it wasn't the yield- that she'd hoped for back then,
Shes worked, and shes tended with love- in this dirt,
Should she just walk away, is there just too much hurt?
She used to think love could deliver your dreams,
But experience has taught her- she no longer believes,
No longer blind by bullshit- I won't be told who I am,
Fed up with all the judgement, proving to myself- that I can,
No longer blind by bullshit- I won't be told who I am,
Fed up with all the judgement, proving to myself- that I can,
It's true, he's not the person, I thought that he would be,
But then, when it comes to perfect- I realized that neither is that- me,
My path is hard to follow, if I'm not lost then I'm not me-
It doesn't really matter because- I am delivered, I'm whole,
and I'm free.
My path is hard to follow, if I'm not lost then I'm not me-
It doesn't really matter because- I am delivered, I'm whole,
and I'm free.