Found Again

 

 

This world was never built to satisfy you and me

Our lives go past us, changing scenes before we change ourselves

Sitting in the dark, this movie feels far from over

Far from seeing “The End” written on the black background

 

Taciturn and frightened, you’ve closed yourself off

And I close my eyes

The film bores me, gives me time to drift away and dream

Of what I will never be

Angels wouldn’t leave me a place at their table in heaven

They wouldn’t share tea or biscuits

I am not worthy to stay with them anymore

I have too many wounds

Tattered, shattered, cracked, and broken

My edges razor-sharp like shards of my mirror

 

I’m a toy, all rusted and unable to please anymore

Lost somewhere in the bottom of that box

Lying underneath the dolls and animals now to be played with

Battered, dirty, losing an eye or arm, stuffing pulled out

So imagine my surprise when you reached in and found me

 

Though I don’t look like it, you’ve healed me

Scars remain, a few threads *still* loose in places

But I know you will make me brand new

Time will flow like ribbons of scenery that we see

As we drive in cars across the world

 

Hopeless, yes, sometimes we feel hopeless

Hurting, yes, memories have a way of hurting us too

Crawling on the ground, stumbling through thick layers of smoke

You could almost cut it with a knife

And as I look up, coughing, my vision blurred by the gray

I notice your hand placed on top of mine

 

Frayed, pulled, ripped, unraveled

I open my eyes and I see you’re still watching

The movie as it leaves the beginning and approaches the end

I sigh, tired of all the things I attacked and failed to win against

Hands on top of one another, I know we’re not alone anymore

Like me, you have been broken, tortured, spun around and made dizzy

Turning like a top and tired of constant motion

So I will be the band-aid for the cuts and scraps you’ve acquired over time

And I will return the favor, healing your wounds

Scars will always be there and we’ll both have the cracks from the past

But I also know, one day, we’ll both be brand new.

 

Copyright 2002: CT

 

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