I’ve walked for miles on a journey too long..
Searching for an oasis, through every right and wrong..
The skies cried a flood when I finally took a nap..
Now all I’m left with is a broken compass, a torn map..
Whichever road I take, it gets closer but I remain far..
I’m a lost traveller and she’s the North Star!
Cursed is the one,
Who feels and feels deeply..
In a world, made of nothing
Shall I not devote my heart,
To the One who holds the mountains firm,
And a myriad of stars in perfect constellations..
For my heart is made of glass..
With a thousands cracks running through..
Been to the mountains of Everest,
and grasses evergreen..
My mother’s wrinkled hands,
the prettiest sight
I’ve ever seen..