those that poison us, that destroy us.. do they emancipate us from the boundaries of our lives? do they set us free?
i sometimes reach out for ways to express myself, for ways to let others know what i think or how i feel. in the end though, it doesn't really matter. they say that there are those that are here to guide us, to show us the correct path in life, those that protect us. guardian angels.
walk me through my life and show me where it is that i should go. i am lost. staring at the sky as if i knew what the twinkle was or what was beyond the moon.
i walk with numb legs through the ashes that are my life.. crumbled pieces of paper and fragments of happiness and pain. burned away, thrown astray.. where is the guide to help me through this dismay that i feel, that i see, that i am.
you are my shepard
i am your lamb.