In my house, I find that those with hard hearts, they burden me with their contempt. I can not bring myself to love as I should. No. Stomachs turn. Every kind word must be earned with an act. I am not spoken to as a man and my heart, it plots. I can feel the weight of a practiced prayer miles away. The fear that I must have an enemy to motivate is all too real. But have I found my enemy in myself, or in others that see their own weaknesses in my work? They have no worth. The door will strike on the way out if the right questions are asked. Somewhere there is a catalog of my failures. It is held by men and I do not hold any sway. Knowing this, it has sharpened my tongue to that of an expert. I serve better as a buffer than I did as a brother. I allowed authority over myself that was meant to guard my heart as a lion. And in turn move not. I chose to prepare for pain and follow it to its ruin. To my ruin. Promise to not let me get comfortable.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
