The Battle

Should I remember so well days gone by?
I wonder what it would take
For I find so little to remember anymore
Someone else’s lies keep me from trusting your words
Will the hearts left behind rear their ugly heads
Then I find I want to believe what I’m feeling so bad
But what I believe battles what I have seen
Leaves me lying in wait, old wounds start to bleed again
What I believe battles what I have seen
Leaves me lying in wait, old wounds start to bleed
I smell the pillow then fight to untie
Trembling hands and the vision of you by my side
But what I can’t take is when the vision is all that’s left
I stand by the river then try to decide
I look in the mirror still I cannot stop
Wishing and wanting which only waits for my word
How do I step across this fear?
Swallows me whole with no sign of regret
Takes me by the hand
I cannot turn away