The Return

The days shadows grew long
The perfect dream was evermore
My tears fell like the softest rain
Returning a soul from its hellish war

Thoughts born from anxieties duress
Beaten now at its own foolish game
A broken mind that had once sought peace
For it’s at ease again, and so be the shame

A time existed, I yearned for unconditionally
Seconds were much too precious to waste
To my own face, I’d lie to without reason
A depressing life, but yet worse its troubled haste

Enter friends, desperately they calm me
Taking away such a great deal of the pain
Their words, I always carry in memories
A smell of the flowers, I’m out now to obtain

I’d crucify myself to that which I knew
Never-ending heartache and each day that faded
Oh, I shall not miss either of them any longer
Anxiety and its torment I’ve finally since evaded