Dwell

Dwell

June 17, 2013

 

By Shaire Blythe

 

I wish I could see gold,

My color is tainted, I'm saddened, For this brief moment,

 

I can't accept me for who I am,

All this talk about life seems hopeless,

 

I got butterflies cupped in my hands,

I prayed on every one, Waiting to be released,

 

Never whispered where it is I gotta go,

See this building here, but it's not a home,

And I could dwell, but I'll still be on my own, sitting here...

 

There is more than gold, I am the living proof,

Tell me it's not so, Standing here in the living room,

Echoes and calls, All on the people's deaf ears,