Sometimes I just want to run away.
I just want to hide.
Live life on my own.
Do it all my way.
Thinking I don't need You.
So I walk away.
And it seems every path I try to follow.
Is broken and crooked.
I am always falling.
Falling down on me.
And I scream out in anger.
Blaming this all on You.
Why do You allow this?
How could You just stand there?
Waiting there.
I am hurting, I am crying.
What are You waiting for?
It's then that I see.
You are already here, holding me.
You take all my tears as Your own.
I never knew it.
You were here all along.

Scott David Buckley-(21/07/2012)

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