Thorns

It’s a shame you don’t know

What you’re running from

Would your eyes have to break tears?

Move away from all that’s wrong

And if it turns out we were

Allowed to carry through it, still going on

Would it mean that destiny could change,

That it could never be wrong?

Who Knows, it’s just a big mistake

To mistake adventures for roads

And we, who let go, all this time, it dawns

Through the motions that drift us

Straight towards the suns warm call

A victory to the games that we play

Not to waste a chance of grace

Told remarks of reprieve, hold faith

Like the wrongs are undone, well let’s see

Who let go, who starts, initiates all along

Same sad song, woe to all the water in the fog

Liberation, from weakness comes strength,

Strong, and Growth from the energies

Supplied all along, freedom is fresh like tracks

Footsteps, which print upon the ground,

How beautiful the path, no matter the thorns.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©