theLastWanderer

Were I to ever read your mind Is it possible, that I might find Do you yet dream of me? A sunny day, where once we prayed A life of sun, and then of rain Do you yet dream of me? I close my eyes, and dare to dream Of a bright-lit lake, those golden beams Could it have ever been? We sang and danced, and wiled away Made promises that summer day And yes, we dared to dream The storm was slow and subtle ere It came when we saw nothing there We tore apart our dream In that storm where once we stood Lost sight of all we knew was good Then monsters came, to our great shame We let them rule us in our pain Wounded I watched you die indeed And with you died our dream Where once you walked, a monster rose Mocking, fierce, with bitter prose Aspersing all you once held dear Held darkest anger, and deepest fears With darts of cruelest poison bared And laughed at all we once had dared But in my horror, I realized The monster wasn't only lies In trying to combat the storm My strength faded, my

What am I to you What am I to do The words once spoken true Have fallen through What am I to you What am I to do Life was promised, then All the sky fell through I've kept the words I said Held deep within my heart and head I lived as best I could It wasn't enough for you What am I to you? Faithless? Lost? Accused? You see in me the things you hate The bitter draught of the old, the cruel It's me you have refused Love has limits; or it could not be What I see in you, and you in me Conscience or desire, the fire Beliefs once held, now shattered What are we to do? Unbreakable cords broken Unshakeable foundations cracked I turn the page, age a year in a day And lose all that I knew Why have You brought me here? To shed a tear? To fall, be broken? Is this my purpose? My end? How does this bring glory to You? The end of me, the end of be I stand before You, wondering A wanderer I yet remain Searching for what You'd have me do