Summer is almost over
I no longer smell the clover
It is so much hotter than always
I bear the heat as in the old days
Make way for the strength everlasting
For all of my fears I am casting
To follow my head I will go far
But to follow my heart, I will be barred
The testing will never be done
When I hold back – what has been won?
The heart that I wore on my sleeve
Is hidden now to let me breathe
The truth of my past is out
Al-le-lu-ia is what I shout
If only someone could believe
Instead they just want me to grieve
So here I sit ever so strong
For I struggle to do no wrong
Just cut the cords off of that puppet
If you love me not you can stuff it!
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