Walking On Sharp Stones
Walking on sharp stones afraid to take a breath
I could cry in an instant as I stumble right and left
I'm crying I'm fragile I prefer this lonely life
I don't trust I don't see it surely gives me strife
So easy to quit this human race say goodbye to all this mess
So quiet I could easily leave a dash of selfishness
Walking on sharp stones try and understand this lonely place
Walking on sharp stones please don't ever look at my face
Why do I prefer these sharp stones less any expectations
There's many scars upon me now but none from lacerations
In constant pain a familiar place walking on sharp stones
Hurting myself, my soul, my spirit and trying to make it last
It's easier to walk on sharp stones then face the things that's haunting
So I keep on walking on sharp stones waiting for a life less daunting
Jim 1954
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