I am sure that we have all felt this way at one time or another. I am considering making the third verse the chorus. Let me know what you think, if you want.
I remember sitting in that oak tree.
Watching life float by,
On the back of a kite in the sky.
I dreamed of being strong,
And fighting off the terrors of the world.
And now, how could I have been so wrong.
The memories are fading.
Those kind words of inspirations,
Are falling through the cracks.
And all I hear is the scorn of disappointment,
The empty screams shouted at me.
I want to live life my way.
To fight the battles I create,
To paint the pictures that I draw,
And to cross the bridges that I build.
The mistakes made
Are the lessons I must learn.
Each day I hold my head up.
Trying the best I can
To keep from crumbling,
And crying tears of hidden pain.
Suffering alone without a gain.
So now, I climb back to the safest place I know.
Clinging to the branches,
To feel the winds of hope,
Rock me back and forth,
And I brace myself for the coming storm.