Drowning in a desert of lies
Shoved into hiding right out in plain site
Truth no one wants to come to realize
A broken wing cannot take flight
Warm memories now seen through sad eyes
As the lonely wind caresses the night
A finish line is no place to start
As a lost soul cannot mend a broken heart
A painful road of recovery is made
As this wound requires more than a bandaid
Restlessly sitting in this still room
Why question if it's already been answered
Hiding behind the truth you cannot assume
This is not the time to go backward
Stop seeking for what's already been found
A desperate need has no purpose
Come to realize you might have already drowned
Or hold your breath and try to resurface
Ask yourself it it's all worth the fighting
As a blind man can surely see more clearly
Crying vision cannot read the wall's writing
Only you can make this change so severely
The past will not revive within this future
Carelessly swaying on this tattered safety net
Courage couldn't come any time sooner
This is not the time to forget
A finish line is no place to start
As a lost soul cannot mend a broken heart
A painful road of recovery is made
As this wound requires more than a bandaid
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