This tear that flows so gently down my cheek

I can't help but wonder what has made me so weak.

Is it because of all the mistakes that I've made…

that I have somehow now encrypted my own grave?



This lost feeling that's deep-rooted in my soul,

has brought me anguish and has made me grow old.

What is this life and it's meaning to me?

How can I find out so that I can break free?



Free of this guilt and free of this mess

that I have made of my life full of this stress.

How is this fair and where did I go wrong?

I need to find out so that I can grow strong.



So for now, this tear has nowhere to fall

as it rolls down this cheek lost in an emotional soul.

Searching for a place all of its own,

hoping to find happiness and a place to call home.


 
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