There was never any gold at the end of the rainbow
only shadows of a reflection of whom I’m to be
an adventurer of sorts that feared every footstep
an image of somebody that I’d wished was me…
but I was never so brave as to dive into battle
each war-ravaged plain only tortured my soul
while death and destruction would only remind me
of the death and destruction of all that I know.
Love was never to be the gift I first dreamed of
when my body would shudder from the beat of my heart
when my mind would just tumble not knowing or caring
of a world full of wonder that was falling apart…
but the pressures of life were soon to engulf me
and the true love I had dreamed of so cruelly was lost
while I have searched all the world for a chance at redemption
a life-time of loneliness has been the true cost.
I am now finally the person that I’d wish was me
never forgetting the journey that brought me to here
no more searching for gold at the end of a rainbow
no more battles to fight that will only end in tears…
I have learnt of life’s lessons that each road is divided
and not everyone will reach their true journeys end
but those of us that do must be grateful for learning
that only on ourselves can we truely depend.
