Never about love and loss but regrettable intentions,
making my way through the heart of my demise.
Found bleeding and alone standing in fear,
taken away from who I was never able to be.
Touched by dreams feelings made clear,
false accusations made by myself to hide.
I sit here in the shade blessing trees of light,
forgiveness made when first I recognize myself.
Not about how I fall but how I get up again,
learning teachings made by brokenness.
Love seen as what you express in all ways,
not behind closed doors but out in the open.
Burning bridges to fix what was made to be forgotten,
sorrow lost in the tears cried for yesterday.
There has always been a light in my eyes,
glasses hiding who I never wanted you to see.
I smile inside where nobody knows how to find it,
endless emptiness lonely hearts finding trust.
My best friend found in the love I share,
knowing who I am and accepting me just the same.
I opened my chest to reveal to you my heart,
as you peered into me I knew I was everything.
The tears I cried brought rain to your world,
your touch granted me wisdom of knowing nothing at all.
Johnny Newell
making my way through the heart of my demise.
Found bleeding and alone standing in fear,
taken away from who I was never able to be.
Touched by dreams feelings made clear,
false accusations made by myself to hide.
I sit here in the shade blessing trees of light,
forgiveness made when first I recognize myself.
Not about how I fall but how I get up again,
learning teachings made by brokenness.
Love seen as what you express in all ways,
not behind closed doors but out in the open.
Burning bridges to fix what was made to be forgotten,
sorrow lost in the tears cried for yesterday.
There has always been a light in my eyes,
glasses hiding who I never wanted you to see.
I smile inside where nobody knows how to find it,
endless emptiness lonely hearts finding trust.
My best friend found in the love I share,
knowing who I am and accepting me just the same.
I opened my chest to reveal to you my heart,
as you peered into me I knew I was everything.
The tears I cried brought rain to your world,
your touch granted me wisdom of knowing nothing at all.
Johnny Newell
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