Rory's p.o.v
Blind to the truth
Real life issues are overlooked
Expectations slowly begin to crumble
A moment of glee is short-lived
Totally screwed up, life is not a fairytale afterall
Hope is not always enough to get through storms
Ode to trouble, ode to freewill and other alternatives, it is what it is
Planning my next move is hard sometimes
Endless is this process of becoming whole in the lord
Shakened and brokened describes this faith of mine
Shadows dance blocking out the beautiful sunshine
If only I had a time machine then I could redo the past
My regrets and small sacrifices go on unheard forever
I burn, I surrender, I learn to accept the reality of my circumstances
Safe in the arms of love, joy is a dove that is flying above my head
Marching foward instead of backwards, I yearn for serenity