With a wisdom filled soul
But fine clothed
Bearing burdens of strife
and heavy yokes
Behind those tired eyes are secrets
Tucked in tight
Like the smile lines
That only appear every once in a while
Tried and true
That old dusty heart of glue
From listening to what he says
Or she says
and never knowing the real reasons
Always on defense
guarding that heart
and protecting that mind
Only letting very few see what's inside
A rare gem
A true beauty
Endless as time
and that's what we all live for
Counting every second that goes by
Instead of the moments
The journey's pivots
The sharp turning
Accomplished only by listening
The sound of the voices
Who is with me?
Who is for me?
When all odds are stacked up against me
There is only One
A soft whisper of morning dew
and natural allure
On someone like you
To glue the final piece
and make a broken heart brand new
"O Lord, you have searched me and have known me.
You know my down-sitting and my uprising;
You understand my thought afar off.
You sift and search out my path and my lying down, and
You are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word in my tongue [still unuttered], but,
Behold, O Lord, You know it altogether."