Searching
My hands grasp the handle, departure time is near
Thought this was a love that could be sincere
I embark on a journey hoping to discover emotional stability
Leaving behind those who couldn't handle such a responsibility
I'm lost and not a trail in sight to help me find my way
Momma always told me " son look out for this day"
Thought I was home till pain invaded my fortress
Now I have to pick of the broken pieces inside my chest
All this time I wondered what was I here for
Gather enough emotional strength to open another door
Maybe the breeze can lead me to my preferred destination
Hopefully that place can be my new found salvation
And wipe the drops of liquid falling below my eyes
And as they leave my happiness shall rise
Maybe lift me up so that I have to no longer roam
And hopefully find a place my heart can call home
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