Dear lord, Lead me away. Hurt still greets me In the hours of day. My loss of love Was extraordinary pain. And all that’s left is Your ghostly remains was it worth it? was it worth never seeing me again alive? Beneath the canvas of the starlit sky, A beacon burns, a lullaby. Through shadows cast, a tale unfolds, Of a love more precious than gold. In shadows interlaced, the glow would sing, A celestial whisper, a familiar wing. I'd stray at times, chasing the day's fleeting gleam, Questioning the light, like a forgotten dream. Resentment clung to the flickering light, As if returning home was a surrender to night. In my heart, a whisper of pride, Home meant I hadn't soared wide. Through the years, the light reframes, No longer a symbol of forgotten aims. Like moth to a flame, I’d circle back, To a hearth that murmured, a quiet track. Now, the light's not a sign, not a line in the sand, But a soft place to land, in an unknown land. A sanctuary, a heartbeat, a welcoming roam, In the cadence of shadows, I find my home. The door swings wide with a creak and a sigh, A refuge awaits, where tears can dry. So, as I wander life's unknown, The light guides me back, a beacon of home. Dear lord, Lead me away. Hurt still greets me In the hours of day. My loss of love Was extraordinary pain. And all that’s left is Your ghostly remains constantly Stabbed in the back but I never bleed nor i never bled with my Heart ripped out time and time again Not one cracked rib Contorted and twisted trying to fit a mold Almost did but didn't break Absorbed every physical blow Not a single bruise did it make they say they love you but they treat you with so much hate Took in each syllable of every verbal assault Still I stand tall by default Blamed for trust and abandonment red flags forged by others entanglement but yet Still couldn't crush my spirit at all even though this world is wrong Opened up and bared it all just to have it used as ammunition to beat me with profusely Refused to give up completely even when Kicked repeatedly when im down Tried to prove to me it's deserved, but then again couldn't convince me Dear lord, Lead me away. Hurt still greets me In the hours of day. My loss of love Was extraordinary pain. And all that’s left is Your ghostly remains