Journey

Condolences sent to you 

To the faces that have turned there backs 

I walk the miles plenty 

For David fought Goliath 

And won 

I walk with my head high 

The rest left in picture frames black 

And white 

If you don't believe me 

It's not my job to do all the convincing 

My job isn't to empower the weak 

Moths love the light 

But yet darkness can't live in a lit room 

So please there is no offense 

In your walking away 

From me - 

My audience is the strength 

Of kings 

The hall ways haunt me of lost love

Waiting to come back 

Like Braille and lanterns 

Walking fingers and half hearts 

Wishing memories home 

And for those that we walk hand in hand

They are my home