What Now

You have been living your life in a box, I see how it’s filled with broken glass. So much has come forth to haunt you, From living such a jaded past. You already have my forgiveness, I’m not the one you have to worry about. So many other’s they want a piece of you, You have many reasons to show fear and doubt. So what now? Pain has a firm grip on you. Tell me what now? What are the excuses’ for what you put so many through. What now? The names I see are carved into your skin. Oh I can see your growing weak. The light in your eyes now growing dim. What now? You’re looking so conflicted, Has life now passed you by? I can’t figure how to help you with your past. I see how you suffer now inside. You need to break away from your past handiwork. To be free of living in a box with broken glass. An admission to how you had been living, May just put forgiveness within your grasp. Or you can go on living jaded, In the end I hope you find all that you seek. Keep on adding names to that list of yours, The glass in the end will cut you deep. So what now? Pain has a firm grip on you. Tell me what now? What are the excuses’ for what you put so many through. What now? The names I see are carved into your skin. Oh I can see your growing weak. The light in your eyes now growing dim. What now?