Vagrant

Those who cry out sink to the floor
The silent stand tall, but usually hurt more
«'Tis true my form is something odd
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you
If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span
I would be measured by the soul;
The mind’s the standard of the man.» *
I see so many with confidence and shine
Do you feel like me?
Let me look in your eyes so I can see
If your heart burns just like mine
Don’t bury what you hide from
We apply to overcome
My tight rope turned
To this train wreck. Undone
I came a long way from home
Just to find I lost my way
And now the path back seems a lot longer
Than it did when I came
Everything and everyone is so different around me
Or maybe I’m the one who’s changed
Something keeps this tired heart going
It’s in the darkest times, we find ourselves growing
The mind’s the standard of the man
I surround myself with those who remind me of who I am