My Journal
(1997)

I wonder when, when this will end
My journal, my soul
Someday the ink will cease in the pen
Memories through time placed and held
Stuck in the middle, Am I the riddle
Confusion, Illusion, Insanity, Reality I cannot tell
Please whisper the words, break this curse
I lay waiting my soul lay crying
My body dying…. Wait

Don't try and call out in distress
No one can hear you, This I promise you
Give your soul to me, come cradle in my nest
Ink still flowing, pen pressing burdens hard upon my chest
Turn the pages, find my life, why is it gone?

I turn to the end and see nothing, is there something wrong
A blacked out beginning, a charred and burned few chapters
Here I am … Wait

Darkness and hate consuming, pain and anger everlasting
Do I see a light at the end of this hallway?
Can my broken heart heal, can my splintered soul recover
Can I crawl, please even on my hands and knees
Some of this pain must fade away, Please I pray
My Journal, My Soul, Someday…

Jer OC © 2002, Metalwood Inc.™ since 1988