I’m in a rut, a drought

Gasping for relief

When will it finally be

My turn to breathe so easily

You pick again

The bitter taste of blood

Some days it still tastes so sweet

Karma won’t turn the other cheek

Are you aware

You put the cross on me to bear

My heart a gilded cage

From which I will escape

I won’t accept the silence

Your words like puppet strings

But you won’t clip these wings

The truth is on the horizon

Separating from the image I present

Who knows where she went?

Rebuild what I have left

Say his name

The ghost who haunts my dreams

You run from your crimes

You can’t escape them this time

Are you aware

You put the cross on me to bear

My heart a gilded cage

From which I will escape

I won’t accept the silence

Your words like puppet strings

But you won’t clip these wings

The truth is on the horizon