Your World
Your World
Your world is a place that is small
With bars to contain your rage
With distance between us I look upon you
As you wither confined in your cage.
Your world is a place that is dangerous
You must always be on guard to fight
The hater and critic of the daytime hour
Become the killers of your dreams at night.
Your world is a place of many battles
You must find the strength to win
If you become strong and just play along
They won’t see your suffering or sin.
Your world is a place of confusion
You must sort it out and get clear
With a lifetime amassed of regret for the past
Your head drowning amidst all your tears
Your world is a place of illusions
That everyone else has enough
But the love that you lack has been holding you back
You pretend you don’t need it, you’re tough
Your world is a place of choices
Where you can choose to face your fear
And walk with head high with no need to lie
Not afraid to show others you care.
Your world is a place of karma
That is filled with an abundance of wealth
With nothing to prove, you walk in your own shoes
As you learn to reinvent yourself.
Your world is a place of miracles
But you must have the eyes to see
That when you let others in, your new world will begin
Through their love you will learn how to be.
Your world is a place of your making
If you trust, you will never again fall
And without any doubt, live from the inside out
And never again will your world be so small.
Copyright © Christine Costello | Year Posted 2014
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