Scars

I can’t catch my breath, it’s almost on the ground. Walking in my dreams, I gather up what’s found. 

The shards are in my hand, each one sad and true. 

They cut and tear, asking to be made anew. 

I wonder where I went astray, walked a crooked path.

I’m turning to the joy and silencing the wrath.
Dream big. Dream high. Fly above the broken past. 

They make jagged pillows and chase the dreams that never last. 

Dream big. Dream high. I can see you as a child.

Keep running my love, free and wild. 

I can’t catch my breath, it shimmers in the haze. 

I’m waking up not sleeping through the days.

My eyes can see and it stings and burns. 

But the heart remembers and it slowly learns.