Carve My Own Path
I’m just like the river that ebbs and flows With the turns...
Carve My Own Path
I’m just like the river that ebbs and flows
With the turns that life throws at me
Each sink in the water is reality
In the end my final place is the sea
This journey has had its painful regrets
Like the times I’ve gone astray
It’s taken my strength deep inside
To finish each enduring day
I’ve taken the scenic route sometimes
And have traveled over valleys deep
I find myself contained in such a lake
When at last I go to sleep
With time I find that my journey
Is in fact a small part of my life
Knowing when the clouds gather round
Rapids bring up blockades and strife
With the sun up above I’m an enduring river
With the moon switching places I know
Know no weather can hinder my progress
Let it be rain, wind, haze, or snow
I carve my own path by being a force
I keep my mind clear to stay on the course
No thing can stop my water flowing deep
I pray for the best when at last I sleep
As I float in with the Breeze
I’ve had my summer days
Where I would just soak up the sun
I’d bask in rays just set ablaze
Before the day was done
I’ve had my nights where the moon
Would shine for all to view
I’d let in light that was produced
So my life could shine too
I’ve taken for granted my ability
To move when ever I please
I wonder the earth’s radiance
As I float in with the breeze
No force can stop me I tell myself
As long as the winds at my back
I play my song for all to hear
Before winter skies go black
As with falls presence the leaves drop
Off of all the seed grown trees
And I sweep them up into the air
As I float in with the breeze
My stories short I’ll tell you
Not all is as it seems
I’ve had moments set for stage
And rainy days for all my dreams
I’ve traveled the world many times
And on each journey have learned one thing
That nature can weather any turbulence
With the dawn and comfort of spring
I’ll take my peace in waves
As I take haven among the seas
And remember the seasons well spent
As I float in with the breeze
Among City Streets
The game of life was a harsh reality
That I somehow had to face
In the city I lived my life
With my mothers warm embrace
Down on my luck I did my best
My mother a symbol of peace
When she died my heart fell apart
My respect for the world had ceased
It wasn’t fair the condition I lived
On the streets where people would stare
Stare at the face of a girl lost in love
Lost in shadows and despair
Afraid and alone I raised myself
In a way that seemed right to me
Knowing life in the city wasn’t simple
I’d find the strength to break free
As time passed my luck would change
From rags to riches you might say
But I found a way to support myself
And have peace at the end of the day
All going well I found a partner
That I’d share thoughts with for life
Yet that bond weakened just the same
I’d endure the pain known as strife
Once again all alone with a beautiful child
I learned to endure in the city
And know that the heaven bless the ones
Who appreciate the view, nice and pretty
Independence was a strong thing for me
It made me who I was today
No regrets for when I lived on the streets
For those times will always stay
Now when I wonder the city streets
I keep one thing in mind
As long as the hope you have is true
Prosperity and loves what you find
Almost at The Door
For years I’ve been walking slowly
To find an out, a door for this key
Looking for acceptance in so many ways
A burning cause for the rest of my days
Beauty is an image that lies deep inside
Have I been one to go along for the ride
Still I long for an image that satisfies me
Is my reflection my only guarantee
More than myself I seek to do things right
I strive for greatness in the darkness of night
I want an outcome that reflects only me
Yet I trip over failure and fall in the sea
Again and again I can’t seem to win
Tornadoes surround me; I’m caught in its spin
Just when the skies above clear for the day
Here is my dark side to take it away
My friends and family are my foundation
I’m in constant shock at my frustration
Insecurities are only a small part of my worry
When it seems like time in such a hurry
When beauty is just an outside factor
You’re torn between it and your inside fury
One day I’ll find peace for myself once more
Till then I have the key, all I want is the door
As I float in with the Breeze
I’ve had my summer days Where I would just soak up the...
Among City Streets
The game of life was a harsh reality That I somehow had to...
Almost at The Door
For years I’ve been walking slowly To find an out, a door...