Frail
Split between happiness and doing what is right
This is often a battle I struggle with and have to fight
live out a promise that I made when I was blind to reality
over looking what I already knew searching for normality
scared because of what I lost searching for that once more
not realizing the sacrifices I would have to store
leaving me torn and broken at the center of my soul
off balance in this world grabbing for what makes me hole
I stumble through this realm tripping and falling
suddenly finding myself on my knees crawling
grasping at the earth with dirt bedded fingernails
hoping to find the substance of life In this flesh left frail.
