Sawyer's p.o.v
Silly old pipe dreams give me false hope.
Easily broken, these promises are roses
worth throwing away everyday. Heartbreak
cuts so smoothly into my chest. Doubt takes
the best of me every time. I don't have a locket
nor a dime in my pocket but only a rosary. I am
dying slowly, why can't this pain end any quickly?
Living without a purpose, I always have something
to lose in the end. My home in a foreign land, my
best friend death offers me a hand to hold. Living,
whats the point? really. Feeling less strong, I pause
and reflect upon wherever I went wrong in my life.
Torn asunder, I cry and then surrender. I try to
breathe again, but the words still won't come.
Stumbling, faith walks on a very tight rope.
I don't know if I can cope with another
year of life. Jubilee overcomes the
night and daylight awakens my soul.