Expectations we keep
The inevitable doubt
Pipe dreams we have
The future written in grout
Winds ever changing
House of cards stands still
A rug pulled from under us
Tumbling down that rocky hill
Yet we stand up
Wounds fresh and deep
Aid we require
Is the forgiveness we seek
The path of redemption
Impossible to locate
Yet hope for another chance
Is something we can’t forsake
Prove your worth with the time you have
The future holds potholes of sin
This dark path never ends
But I ask the one I love ….would you follow me in?