Now how must I run….
You have crippled me with my own words.
This is the tango that I love
The fierce fighter
The bold move
But warrior…
Must I always push you?
Will this really be our fate?
To face off for battle at every cross road?
The thing is…I choose Christ first,
I always will..
Even before I chose myself
So now, you’ve dared me to be Daniel
And he never lost
He slept with man’s greatest fear
And so my love…
I’ll turn around.
Trusting ‘fate’
I’ll accept the challenge.
And I will stand by you.
I would have ended here but I feel undone
In every sense of the word
I was ready to die
My heart was broke for the last time.
I just needed a time out
I break from the field
For at 21, I am tired.
Tired of bearing the burden’s within my world
For taking the blow
Tired of fixing everyone else, while I myself is broken
I am wounded and utterly tired.
I must give my best at all times and now I was ready to concede
To sublime
To throw the towel in, if even for just one week.
That’s all I asked…
But you, un rey….yo rey
You refuse to let me me lick my wounds in peace
Let me be, I plead
But you are adamant
Resilient and resolute
Now how must I run?
Dweet Fraid 