As I recall the times I’ve spent
thinking about it all.
I need to move on,
breaking in the fall.
Life has many voices
leaving you to crawl.
Never was a time I had it all.
If I could see me in the future,
the glory in my ways.
For she saith’ in her heart,
torment and sorrow give her.
I would take that time where it was all mine,
dust if off for keepsakes one day.
Lying on my bed counting all the ways,
of getting back to where I need to stay.