Left Behind
True love is in the blood and burns like fire, As with each second of breath the heart sparks, And the flame of love is ignited sending heat from head to toe, The first true love is in family, in the eyes and breath of mother. Like any other fire it spreads. Warming everything. When I put my strength to use my heart wanes, As it seems that with every attempt to warm myself, Leads to cold burns. Today, I feel week, broken, When some things in life should not be given up on, There comes a time to close the door. In life I have always felt as though I followed, The party moved forward at a pace, I could not gain, But I found the answer. I turned. Found another path, I no longer follow, I don't even lead, I walk alone, This path is peaceful, it is humble, it is true. I walk tall.