I don’t want to stay,
it feels like pinching to me either way.
The places I long for the most
are the places where I’ve been.
They are calling after me like a long lost friend.
It’s not about losing faith,
it’s not about trust,
it’s all about comfortable when you move so much.
The place I was wasn’t perfect
but I had found a way to live.
It wasn’t milk or honey
but then neither is this.
I’ve been painting pictures of
leaving out what it lacked.
The future feels so hard and I want to go back.
But the places that used to fit me
cannot hold the things I’ve learned,
and those roads were closed off to me
while my back was turned.
The past is so tangible,
I know it by heart,
familiar things are never easy to discard.
I was longing for some freedom,
but now I hesitate to go,
I am caught between the promise and the things I know.
I’ve been painting pictures of
leaving out what it lacked.
The future feels so hard and I want to go back.
but the places that used to fit me
cannot hold the things I’ve learned,
and those roads were closed off to me
while my back was turned.
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
If it comes too quick, I may not appreciate it.
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
2 comments:
I can relate to the feeling of not knowing what's next, longing for new places but missing the old. And it is true that it's easy to wear rose-colored glasses when looking at where we've been and forget the hardships there. I know God knows exactly where you'll go next!
Oh Lis. I love this song. I know exactly what you mean. Entirely. I know it will all work out somehow, but the decision making is SO hard! And just waiting...
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