Treacherous Stride

Written by: Jack Ross jr.

Unsteady stride, feeling weak, deflates any thought of pride. I have to pull it 
together, find my stride.

Caught with my guard down, never saw it coming, the blow to my heart was 
painfully numbing. Feel like I'm stuck on a merry-go-round, going in circles, never 
gaining any ground.

I've been smitten by love many times in my life, but never before been cut to the 
bone by such a cruel knife.