Guide me to answers, for why my crown is faded,
Lead me to reasons, why my heart is so jaded.
Normalcy seems so far-fetched, out of reach,
When nothing connects, cannot hear the words you preach.
Love, hate, redemption,
Walls, barbed wire heart, protection.
Look around, no one has my reflection,
When good things falter, infection.
Lead me to waters, I need to drink deep,
Rivers run dry, heart moans, stomach leaps,
Same old song, same old moves, cannot dance,
Wanting, wasting, forever guessing, what’s the chance?
Love, hate, redemption,
Walls, barbed wire heart, protection.
Look around, no one has my reflection,
When good things falter, infection.
Alive on the inside…filled with rare commodities,
Still, love will never take a chance on me.
Feeling the deep end of the depths and how does one know,
The way to be, the way to free, where does this river flow?
So lock the doors, get out the old bricks,
Build them walls brother, make em’ thick,
Make it so we can never be touched,
Cause if you refuse to feel, one cannot be crushed.
Love, hate, redemption,
Walls, barbed wire heart, protection.
Look around, no one has my reflection,
When good things falter, infection.
And introspection, the lessons, seem so cold…
–Thomas Spychalski
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