If you say I am losing my way,

Then why have I fallen

Into the arms of a nurturing lover

Begging me to stay?

 

She welcomed me

Unconditionally from the start;

Without realising it

She gave me the contents

Of her heart

 

But the path I have walked on

No longer understands me;

It does not recognise

The person I have become

 

And so I must move on,

Whilst I bleed for the things

They don’t understand

My very fibres groan

Of this speechless agony;

The cards have been dealt

And it’s time to play the hand