Imagine moving on from the things that made me The same things that made me happy and gave me a sense of belonging These same things that felt safe. Just like home Thinking of leaving is so difficult, I can’t even make it a reality Alas, the same things that made me also broke me I want to run as fast as I can, but I’m stuck My legs seem to have a mind of their own, they seem to betray my thoughts Tears in my eyes, deep pains in my chest as I try to find my way It feels like I’m running in circles, I still find my self back in the same spot I am really struggling. No one told me leaving would be this difficult There is hope for a tree that is cut down At the scent of water, it will sprout again No matter how battered and tattered I am The lord will receive me I will fight like a soldier that I am Endlessly and tirelessly As I move on and find my bearing One who puts his hand on the plough and looks back can’t see the great things ahead of him The one...
Illuminating the darkest places