Tapestries of illusion down my foot path the further I go
I’m finding it hard to breathe
finding it hard to see as I’m embracing and tracing
my footsteps in the darkness, harnessed my beggars and daggers down my
footpath still I anticipate a blessed day
when I’ll find enough courage to pray
tapestries of illusion down my footpath as I anticipate
when I will dive into my emotions reconnect with my love child
and tell her that everything is going to be alright
the day when I will no longer leave crimson trails of blood on paper
when I will write beautiful words of silent screams of distant dreams
of a better tomorrow that has reclaimed it’s identity from a blood filled
history…