Where pain from the past haunts the rest of your future; it takes strength to break |
Free yourself from the fear and worry Release the stress and flustery fury Countless times you abstain from pain Your hands are tied, overwhelmed by shame Beauty is passion Afraid of reaction Obsessed with my ration How dare you assume a miracle attraction When the past has proven it in a blistering fashion Scarred and broken tears are but a token To those who've crippled you, your voice is unspoken The strength you knew wasn't strength, it was hope You think you're empty, where will you elope? With nothing to give but your Godforsaken presence This life is a gift your presence is presents To some and most, we see a ghost It haunts you today and tomorrow you pay This ghost is the one who holds you in dismay He's your worst enemy and yet in his house you stay Why don't you ask him where he truly stands today? For he's from the past and he threatens you won't last But what about him, to others he marks no presence Only to you he cripples a fool One who cannot see who really lies before him When you know damn well because you've been through hell And after a storm arises the sun Peaking through heaven it is reborn You stand there staring cold and numb Wishing but hopeless that it will be warm So who is this ghost and what is his form? He's crippled your soul because the past was not whole It shattered to pieces and left with nothing that pleases Its a dreary world that you provide your hand Which is tied behind your back because of the ghost who's made you a man A man because you know that you're free to let go Of the rope he restrained you with and you must acknowledge the bestow Shake his hand without reprimand Look into his eyes and thank him for the lies The pain and the gain he taunted you ordained Your hands exchange gratitude and release full of faith No longer afraid of this wraith you hold the power Life is in action, shower in passion |