Still Dreaming to Be
I’m tired
But we all get tired
How do we wake ourselves from the brink of exhaustion and surrender
And carry ourselves over the finish line
Of a race no one seems to be watching ?
How do we put salvation
Back on the front page
Of a paper
No one is reading ?
Stacked on street corners
Where it remains undelivered.
How are you delivered out of this mess?
The mess of your silence
Your cowardice beating through the bravery of A Heart that forgot what it was ?
But not what it could be
Attached to eagle wings
Flying to a freedom
Still dreaming to be.
I’m tired
But we all get tired
How do we wake ourselves from the brink of exhaustion and surrender
And carry ourselves over the finish line
Of a race no one seems to be watching ?
How do we put salvation
Back on the front page
Of a paper
No one is reading ?
Stacked on street corners
Where it remains undelivered.
How are you delivered out of this mess?
The mess of your silence
Your cowardice beating through the bravery of A Heart that forgot what it was ?
But not what it could be
Attached to eagle wings
Flying to a freedom
Still dreaming to be.