I won't be one of those people
Who sits around
And begs the world
To look at them
And cry
Anymore.
I seem to remember saying this a year ago
And now a rush of dead emotion's thrown me down;
I trust in You to lift me out of this empty dust
And give me life again.
I lost Your way
And my naive feet found
Their old familiar grounds
Again.
By Jenni Orton
