Secrets and skeletons in your closet,
In your face, it stares you down
Someone is watching your every move. Walk a mile, looking back
Nothing has changed.
You’re still an angry person. Thoughts are scattered in your brain.
With no loss nor a gain
Build a garden in your heart. Plant the seeds of no more hate.
Burn those skeletons, and lock your closet.
Tree of life grows tall, bursting at your finger tips.
Yet the soil is rich with hate. Dig a hole bury all regrets.
What is fate? You don’t have to wait
Our hearts are the core, spitting seeds from our soul.
Does anyone relate?
Disregard for a life. It’s not a game.
Keep it up, it will tear you down
You have one chance to make things matter.
Take a stance, hold up your head. This is “your life” anyway.
Build a garden in your heart. Forgiving yet never forgetting it’s all the same.
People consuming your every thought… Give me a minute, let me breathe.
I have a passion so leave me be. Finally I am what matters, building my very own dreams, tired of the wait.
This is my fate… No one will hand it to you on a plate.
I am the flower in my own garden of life.
I am forgiving all those who hate, and forgetting all those whom ate my soul.
Here’s the irony …
I’m not living for you…I’m living for me!
Planting my seeds, indeed
