Footprints in the dust
the place we have come from
trampled trust
and a cloudy outcome
Not the future I envisioned
But for that matter, also not the present
Seems I am running low on provisions
And you I am beginning to resent
How sad that our love flows away in fear
Just as it flowed to us
Abruptly and undetected in the rear view mirror
Now we are wanting an end that is fair and just
When we build our life on fear, guilt and shame
we are building on a river bed dusty and dry
And, when this love ends like the others, the same
We sit in the dust, crying dry tears asking "why?"
Love from a place of true and perfect flow
Let it wash over you, cleansing you in the mighty river
In mutual honor, each needs to be free to know
That they are safe as the taker and the giver
When it rolls to you in the river's rapid waters
Take the hand of love fearlessly
Or, you'll be sittin' in the dust... heart once again slaughtered
Wondering what the hell happened to me
And I, shall wonder when
you will finally release the tradition of drowning your desires
Allowing your self to live the current of your life, able to bend
and flow like the river that you so admire
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