Myself, I'll Never Know
Mar. 17th, 2020 12:24 pmNever hide from the unknown, embrace it
Look into its eyes and choose to face it
Love can be a gift from those you choose
The enemy, in hatred, forced to lose
Confusion in the words you mean to lift
Without them, there is no honest, precious gift
A real meaning to who you are, let that be known
The smile, the laughter, tears and how you've grown
All the days that pass with heart in hand
Giving it to strangers, cross the land
Perhaps attempting safety from itself
The unknown places, thoughts upon a shelf
A hidden and divided crowd of crows
Only one, in truth, will ever know
They choose to fight a war with other's words
Never was it them, the trust endured
Do not become the one who takes an image
Decide's it's what he wants and starts the scrimmage
Disposable memories tossed to the wind
Always; more than everything begins
Memories to be created, moments awaited
God's gifts in the love you perceive as fated
A kinder heart, permanence, beautiful
Because there is nothing more terrible, more horrible
Than losing a memory you could have cherished
When the moment you've forgotten, since has perished
You cannot know, never decide until doubt has died
Become something of yourself, never hide
Look into its eyes and choose to face it
Love can be a gift from those you choose
The enemy, in hatred, forced to lose
Confusion in the words you mean to lift
Without them, there is no honest, precious gift
A real meaning to who you are, let that be known
The smile, the laughter, tears and how you've grown
All the days that pass with heart in hand
Giving it to strangers, cross the land
Perhaps attempting safety from itself
The unknown places, thoughts upon a shelf
A hidden and divided crowd of crows
Only one, in truth, will ever know
They choose to fight a war with other's words
Never was it them, the trust endured
Do not become the one who takes an image
Decide's it's what he wants and starts the scrimmage
Disposable memories tossed to the wind
Always; more than everything begins
Memories to be created, moments awaited
God's gifts in the love you perceive as fated
A kinder heart, permanence, beautiful
Because there is nothing more terrible, more horrible
Than losing a memory you could have cherished
When the moment you've forgotten, since has perished
You cannot know, never decide until doubt has died
Become something of yourself, never hide
