Retracing my footsteps
I am not the same man as I used to be
everything seems lost in the emptiness I feel
living each day retracing my footsteps
looking for anything that could have been real?
There have been so many long days searching for who I am
there has been very few good days in between
travelling through foreign lands looking for anything
that would open my eyes to a dream.
But what I have found is for me life is tainted
with the guilt of transgressions I’ve made
how can anyone be pure in a world so confusing
when the colour of life starts to fade?
Rainbows are so beautiful but last only a short time
yet our eyes search the sky to see more…
hoping that one day we will find our pot of gold
instead of a world still at war.
I suppose disillusioned speaks more of my failures
love always laughed at my tears
the shadows of night always scared yet delighted me
everything that I was … lived in fear.
Now I don’t care and accept life around me
as long as “life” will leave me alone…?
I don’t need a Castle to live and invite guests too
I just need a little place that I can call home.
