Wait and See...

You could say it’s a little immature, the way that I am so insecure.

The need I have for so much more, leaves me questioning...

All that I am and I was before.

I’ve always been independent with my heart on my sleeve.

but when you had something you thought was beautiful...

And you had to watch it leave.

It does something to you inside, that these words cannot explain.

Far beyond the mere physical or mental anguish of pain.

When trust has been broken.

You’ve been lied to, used and deceived.

It’s hard to have faith in words then spoken...

Although you want to believe.

Still there’s a part of me that yearns for trust.

To resurrect the beauty from within the dust.

To build something amazing, fly with the holy dove.

To be at one with the feeling, to be open again to love.

As this wanderer roams on, I know I must send the ghosts home.

But there’s now a worse fear inside me than the fear of being alone.

The fear within my heart, the simple truth behind these eyes...

Is my soul is one thing that will not compromise.

I fear I will not go the distance with someone...

If it means losing a single ounce of me.

What will happen in my future...

I guess we’ll wait and see.