Wild Heart
Do not pretend you know how I feel or where I have been
You do not, not unless you have walked a mile in my shoes
You do not know what I speak of
It is an undying pain that never ends
No you really have no apparent clue
Yes I've prayed to Him up above
I have begged Him to take the hurt away
And let me move on with my life
Let me once again, have control
But, for now, here is where He has me stay
No fame or fortune, but with hurt, pain, and strife
It runs deep through my veins right down to my soul
Broken hearted is the definition of my life everyday
Chills are heated to my core
And cuts me down to the bone
My ends will not any longer meet and are withered and frayed
Leaves me longing for so much more
Silent voices speaking such volumes of quiet screams which are heard so clearly as one long
moan
My misery runs endlessly deep
And it loves burning my mind and making sure I slowly lose my sanity
Look at me closely you will find that I am really falling apart
Here with barely anything but the emotions of being cold, lonely, and feeling weak
After awhile, though it is not so hard to believe all the calamity
I blame myself for all I go through still, it is the result of my wild, wild heart
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