Roots

A strong soul starts with strong roots

I'm not about to run away 
But I've been eclipsed by another day 
It's not a prospect of my strength 
It's a matter of when I break 
All I have to do is wait 

What has become of my soul
It has refused to grow 
A tree of life with dwindling roots 
A tree of Knowledge with unforgiving fruits 
It's not a prospect of my hope
It's a matter of my will to grow 
But what do I know 

Two sides to an imperfect soul 
One says yes, one says no 
Upon which must I stake my claim 
Upon which side must the oceans break 
What is my fate

Reviews

[Deandra Dawn]

Beautifully written and conveyed wonderfully. Very nice.

[Josh Anderson]

Much appreciated! thank you!!