count blessings and look to the stars
for once the broken silence is ours
broken only by our tear drops;
and the sound of crying wolves
the anger always stops
and the courage all dissolves
so here we sit;
left here with our day dreams
but your thoughts all scream when?
when will this become reality?
not just in my head where no one sees
why did i chase them away?
so I bow my head to cry and pray
give me a new chance;
a new hope;
a new light;
so than at least
I can do whats right.
I won't push them away
with words full of hate
because I was too afraid
too scared to ever say
I need your lifting words
as I need your strong shoulder
as always i was too much a coward
to say how I need your stable hand
and your words always lift me skyward
I will do as my master commands
now I know the faithful servent;
isn't a slave in his masters bands
but a unworthy person
who has found purpose again