Twisting and turning. Reaching and learning. For these treasures from my past I'm still yearning. Sifting through a cluttered, ancient debris, I'm finding clues of what broke me down and branded me so hollow. Distorted. Twisting. Turning. Completely burning. Down. Dieing.
Hate is now deserting and fate is now returning. All of these lessons from my past that I'm still learning. Sifting through another catastrophe and mending remnants left of a family tree, so hollow. Distorted. Twisting. Turning. Completely burning. Down and drawing flies.
It is time to put to rest the shame and guilt of all of my sin and finally allow the healing process to begin. It is time to lay down arms, deconstruct and fully rearrange, so that I can be more welcoming of this long awaited change...and not so hollow and distorted. I'm left twisting, turning and completely burning. I'm down and I'm drawing flies...buried by my pride.
ASCAP/ A Little To No Talent
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