I can still feel the pain when I want to.
I still feel the joy, yes I do.
I can still put the words down on paper;
I just don't know what to shape them to.
More desire to lose than to gain;
That is all that has changed.
Is it too bad to wish for freedom
When your house is no more your home?
To spend a moment with the face
That feeds this heart that is huge,
And fuels up the fire in the back of my head
And keeps burning the oil that it must do!
I still carry the pebbles - most beautiful.
They do not just shimmer - they shine;
To light up the world that they need to,
And make up the sky which is mine!