Where Be!

Where be, that I lose my way on the path in search of love notes in my hands, my window shields, my car doors, I felt a prayer for a flower grenade that never seemed to reach me. Where be, that plants become air and weeds season, I felt lost either way. For a moment, freedom almost grasped my hands to let me know it cared enough to trust one to save me from them. They try to convince me that somehow my words were just words flowing like the River Jordan, but even these words travel the world. I almost believed a bosom that wasn’t mine to reach; he didn’t let it sink in.

Where Be

Where Be

Where Be

Where Be!!

It was always 4, 4, 4, now I wasn’t wrong, I got the grenade in a heartbeat before I awoke the next morning, but it wasn’t the flowers I prayed for, it was yet another story I craved to know but the peak was never there. To speak it, they will say I am weak but my strength is what they carried away that still remained.

Where Be That I Lost My Way,

I found me again.