There are days when the world just hits you and your heart just sinks. The song isn't finished and neither is my heart. God seems to soften it more each day.
There is a stone in my chest that weighs me down.
Every time I get some air, I am drug down to drown.
Ya there's a stone and it has got your name
that you engraved on my heart, but I still am to blame.
If I could only cast it from me, but
I cradle it in my sleep, and take it where I go.
I paint it and dress it up to give it appeal, but I
can never find myself believing it is real.
As you erode, so does my sentimentality
Post writing note: I notice a lot of my writings are about pain and struggle. Even though some end in resolve, I was inspired in a moment of weakness, hurt, and evaluation. Evaluation? That's right. We hardly stop to look around when things are going right, it is only in that moment of humanity that we try to find how we got here. In that moment of embracing the troubles of life, for some reason solace is found. I suppose it is much easier to give God our broken hopes and dreams, than to give him the ones that are working and that is why. Why I put it on paper. Hurt is intangible to the world around us, but when I write it out, I can see it and give it to God. I am reminded of a story of a child who broke a toy and when presented to his father, the father could not fix it. The boy never let go. It ends in saying, "Let Go and let God."
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