Carry me on my way,
to the path of least resistance.
I've forgotten what it means to feel joy.
Carry me on my way,
till I no longer worry about my actions.
Regretting things, I have done, to get me by.
Carry me on my way,
only everything is everything.
I don't remember who, I'm supposed to be.
Carry me on my way,
I've wasted so much precious time.
Playing these childhood games of someone's - make believe.
Carry me on my way,
change the plans here in my mind.
Who knows what happens to time passed away?
Carry me on my way,
I don't remember the path to take.
I feel a change of pace, would really do me good.
I need someone to carry me on my way,
Carry me....
Show me again what love means,
Carry me.....
but only for a little while.
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Well written... Great job!!!
Sending hugs Kelli. I could feel the pain in your words.
another beauty. Well done.
This is beautiful! And, no, you are not alone - we all need that sometimes.